Photos of a Muse

Barbès – Rochechouart: Photography in a War Zone

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Paris Karin and I went to the Barbès – Rochechouart district of Paris so I could get some shots of the Tati store for my Trailer Park Paris post. For those of you who don’t know the area, Barbès – Rochechouart is arguably the worst part of the city; gritty enough in the day time, you’d only want to go at night if you were heavily armed.

After a few initial snaps of the signs, I started in on the crowd when a burly black man with a walkie-talkie came up to me and in a mildly threatening tone told me photography wasn’t allowed.

The reason, I realized immediately, was that the street is lined with many men selling goods they display in the lining of their coats: watches, cigarettes, electronics… The guy who’d accosted me wanted to verify I wasn’t  representative of local law enforcement collecting photographic evidence of the underhanded dealings. He made me show him the photos I’d taken and insisted I delete them in front of him. (I only deleted one and turned off the camera.) As we were leaving, he told me next time he’d call the cops, which made me smile because between the two of us, only one needed the police and it wasn’t him.

Karin and I crossed the street and snapped a few surreptitious shots before heading back to the Metro station. Once there, I decided I wanted to try and get some photos of the crowd for the blog, so I stood against a wall, lowered my camera to my waist and took a few random shots. A different sentry spotted me and started calling “M’ssieur” as he tried to catch up with me. I opted to play stupid tourist and just kept walking. He reached out and grabbed my wrist as I was going through the turnstiles. I shook him off and powered on while he hurled “F*ck your race” slurs after me.

The 2nd Guy At The Precise Moment He Spotted Me

The moral of the story? If you ever shop in the Barbés district of Paris, keep one hand on your wallet and don’t try to take a picture.


4 responses

  1. Pingback: Juillet is Full of Glee « An Alien Parisienne

  2. Okay, I have been making a list of places to go for my next visit to Paris. I have just started a new list of places to avoid (with my camera) — yikes! Love the last photo with the “scout” — Glad you guys made it out of there!

    August 12, 2010 at 22:34

    • Yeah, it was pretty weird! Thanks for stopping by and for the props on the photo!

      See you in the streets,

      Paris Paul

      August 13, 2010 at 12:16

  3. Thanks for visiting my blog and for the comments. As a lampwork glass artist, I do love the Moretti glass that Othoniel used in this art installation.

    Sur (?) les rues, (ou peut-être “dans”?)

    August 14, 2010 at 04:35

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