Chambre Bleu painting

A Backward Glance on rue de Varenne

rue de Varenne Paris
Rue de Varenne, the narrow street Edith Wharton called home when she lived in Paris. Image © Saxon Henry.

The narrow sidewalks push their black iron batons up out of the ground to protect the buildings hemming them; the rain turns the cobblestones to muted mirrors of damp light—I’m visiting her again on the anniversary of her 155th birthday, and it dawns on me that I’ve never seen the statuesque green door with its tall transom when the sun is shining brightly. It’s January in Paris, a gloomy month during which I seem destined to return, to make a pilgrimage along rue de Varenne where Edith Wharton spent most of her Paris years as an expat—the backward glance my way of keeping her legacy alive in me.

Edith Wharton doorway on rue de Varenne
The statuesque doorway to Edith Wharton’s apartment building in Paris. Image © Saxon Henry.

She described Paris as being in her blood and I understand the sentiment on a cellular level. Wandering the city’s streets is quite different than scurrying around New York City. This has to do with the scale of the building, the gracefulness of the neoclassical architecture, the warmth of the stone, the slenderness of the streets that pour into boulevards not so grand as to be intimidating to the human form.

Paris Gets in the Blood

Booksellers on Quai Voltaire
A bookseller on the Quai Voltaire, 1821; by Jean Henry Marlet after Adrien Victor Auger included in Charles Simond’s “La vie parisienne à travers le XIXe siècle, Paris, E. Plon, Nourrit et cie, 1900,” p. 458. Image courtesy WikiMedia.

Paris is built for wandering, the people moving along her sidewalks forgiving if an ornate façade begs for a photograph. New Yorkers are not so tolerant so life presses on at a harried pace. My heart beats a bit slower as I traverse the arrondissements sliced by the Seine—Right Bank, Pont Royal, Quai Voltaire, Left Bank. The French philosopher whose lichen-smeared face I study at the end of the Quai that bears his name has set the tone remarkably well: “I don’t know where I am going but I am on my way.”

Voltaire statue Paris
A atatue of Voltaire at the advent of the Quai that bears his name. Image © Saxon Henry.

Layers peel away to reveal literary history. They become whorls circling back in time through every era—men and women of letters ascending in their times as resolutely as the mansard roofs that loom above the Quai des Tuileries across the river. I come to this stint of literary adventuring grateful for my career as a design writer, which allows me to travel to the places I wish to explore, my coverage of events such as Heimtextil in Frankfurt, and Maison & Objet and Deco Off in Paris, giving me the opportunity to visit Europe’s notable cities.

Edith Wharton plaque rue de Varenne
This plaque honoring Edith Wharton is affixed to her apartment building on rue de Varenne. Image © Saxon Henry.

During this past trip, my vagabondage (beyond Mrs. Wharton) included Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in Frankfurt; Rainer Maria Rilke on the train from Frankfurt to Paris (a fair amount of his writing was accomplished on trains as he zipped past the invisible borders between countries). It was also Rilke, Wharton and Ernest Hemingway (among others) that I shadowed while in Paris.

Goethe desk in Goethehaus
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s desk when he was growing up, set next to a window in his childhood home, Goethehaus in Frankfurt. I always feel inspired seeing the interiors of historical homes like this filled with fine antiques. Image © Saxon Henry.

A Backward Glance

My musings take time to percolate so I will share with you what understandings I came to during this trip a bit later. Today, I’m highlighting observations from two long days of exploring the neighborhoods where a handful of historical figures lived during my time in Paris last year. I began my odyssey at the Musée National du Moyen Age, also known as the Musée de Cluny, to kick-start my adventuring with the intellectual I’ve identified who lived the farthest back in time.

Musee du Moyen Age
The Hôtel de Cluny, now the Musee du Moyen Age, on the Left Bank in Paris.

The Cluny’s collection includes two blocks of granite which had been foundation-stones culled from the exterior of the Hôtel Rambouillet, the only pieces left of the building where the famous salonière Catherine de Vivonne, the marquise de Rambouillet, had held her salon. It was Leon Henry Vincent, in his small but entertaining book Hôtel de Rambouillet and the Précieuses, who sent me on this quest.

doorway at musee du moyen age paris
A doorway at Musée du Moyen Age is poised to shunt one into a bygone time during the Middle Ages—all one has to do is open it! Image © Saxon Henry.

It was an awe-inspiring moment because not only had a writer handed me the information as to where I could find these stones inscribed with the date June 26,1618, I was able to experience such an important facet of literary history that took place so long ago because a curator had realized the importance of saving these artifacts and putting them on view.

Chambre Bleu painting
A painting of the Chambre Bleu in L’Hôtel de Rambouillet by Rogier Willems.

I allowed myself a momentary fantasy during which I imagined the marquise wafting across the polished floor fortified by these stones, greeting her salonières as they gathered for a round of musing, her heeled slippers clicking along the corridor to Chambre Bleu. I stood very still thinking I might hear the ruched fabric of her gown swishing behind her but her movements were quieted centuries ago and my musing had been enough.

The Riches of Rue de Varenne

Study by Rodin in musee rodin paris
I enjoyed seeing Rodin’s studies as much as I did the finished sculptures, his ability to wring emotion from plaster and stone remarkable. Image © Saxon Henry.

It was a thirty-minute walk from the museum to Wharton’s addresses on the Rue de Varenne. As avenues go, I was particularly excited to experience Varenne for the first time because the street is chock full of eminence—from the Prime Minister’s residence, formerly the Hôtel Matignon, and the Musée Rodin, which was called the Hôtel Biron when Rilke introduced Rodin to the place he would choose to relocated his studio. Then there are two Wharton addresses along the narrow street—her apartment at 53 and the flat she and Teddy sublet from George Vanderbilt that is now an annex to the Prime Minister’s office across the street at number 58.

Hotel de Matignon Paris
The Hôtel Matignon, now the French Prime Minister’s residence, unfurls from the rue de Varenne into a grand courtyard.

The weather was damp and a shiver prompted me to make a beeline for Le Pain Quotidien down the street from these historically significant women’s homes. I had reading to do so I ordered lunch and rifled A Backward Glance, Edith Wharton’s autobiography, and my writer’s notebook from my bag.

henry james writes edith wharton on rue de varenne
Henry James wrote many letters to Edith Wharton when she lived on rue de Varenne in Paris, this one I found in Wharton’s papers at the Beinecke Library at Yale. Image © Saxon Henry.

My Life in Paris

In the memoir, she wrote, “My thirteen years of Paris life were spent entirely in the rue de Varenne; and all those years rise up to meet me whenever I turn the corner of the street. Rich years, crowded and happy years; for though I should have preferred London, I should have been hard to please had I not discovered many compensations in my life in Paris.” Had my desire to make this city my home, at least for a while, not been simmering before, this statement would certainly have lit the flame!

Gertrude Stein lived here in Paris
My heart beat a bit faster when I stepped onto the sidewalk of rue de Fleurs, my visit an homage to Gertrude Stein. Image © Saxon Henry.

I was close enough to the rue Cassette, where Rilke had lived, and to 27 rue de Fleurs, where Gertrude Stein had held her infamous salon, to pass by both addresses before making my way to the Maison & Objet international press cocktail party and dinner at L’Alcazar so I set out on foot again—warmed by my time indoors and extremely happy to be on the hunt again! It was growing quite late by the time I had accomplished these undertakings, which I see now as a gift because there was something magical about moving along the rim of the Luxembourg Gardens enveloped in silky darkness.

Gertrude Stein building Paris
How many famous writers and painters have entered this doorway, the entry to the apartment building where Gertrude Stein held her infamous salons. Image © Saxon Henry.

Wharton and her lover Morton Fullerton had visited the Gardens when they were lovers, their trysts playing out during the daylight hours when they pretended to be American tourists. I thought about the number of literary figures were connected by this lush enclave surrounded by a sea of buildings—I see the property mentioned time and again when reading about the Lost Generation writers when they lived in Paris. Hemingway wrote about how he enjoyed strolling through the grounds in A Moveable Feast.

luxembourg gardens Paris
The Luxembourg gardens as seen from the Montparnassse tower.

And Ford Madox Ford’s words from It Was the Nightingale reverberated strongly as I skirted the tall wrought-iron fence because I was doing so during the same time of the year he recorded his passage.

Ford Madox Ford and Ezra Pound
Ford Madox Ford, James Joyce, Ezra Pound and John Quinn photographed in Pound’s rooms in Paris in 1923. Photograph from Cornell University.

“I went for a walk down through the dim Luxembourg Gardens of the end of January,” he wrote. “I continued down the rue Férou which, it is said, Dante used to descend on his way from the Montagne Ste. Geneviève to the Sorbonne—and in which Aramis lived on the ground, and Ernest Hemingway on the top, floors. And how many between the musketeer and the toreador!”

Luxembourg Palace paris
By the time I passed Luxembourg Palace, night had descended, curtailing the day’s literary adventuring. Image © Saxon Henry.

I entered the restaurant where the press event was taking place with literary history humming in my head, my plans for day two of my explorations already taking shape as I took a crisp glass of white wine from the waiter. I’ll share my second day of literary adventuring here on The Modern Salonière next week. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read about my passionate wanderings. I sure hope there’s something of value in them for the time you so generously give me!

The Modern Salonnière and A Backward Glance © Saxon Henry, all rights reserved. Saxon is an author, poet and strategist whose books include Anywhere But Here, Stranded on the Road to Promise and Four Florida Moderns.

2 Replies to “A Backward Glance on rue de Varenne”

  1. I enjoyed reading this and feeling Paris come to life today, a gloomy day in Chicago. Such a nice read. Thank you.

  2. I love working on these pieces in which I get to relive the times I enjoy in life the most, Pam. The fact that your spirits were lifted is such a bonus! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. It means a great deal to me.

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