Saturday Snippet: A Paris Park Named for Franco-American Friendship

Evidence of a hot day: benches in the sun are empty, Place des États-Unis, Paris

On a short sojourn to Paris, Clive and I avoided the city centre on our first full day due to the heat, weekend crowds and possible gilets jaunes disruptions, which thankfully didn’t occur. Instead we headed to the Place des États-Unis, a little square dedicated to Franco-American friendship.

At one end of the square: Memorial to American volunteers in French Foreign Legion, WW I

The gated area of the Place is named after Thomas Jefferson, who was Ambassador to France from 1785-1789.

Official name of the gated park.

Aahhh a bench in the shade. We sat here and read for a while.

A welcome shady area

The park wasn’t as empty as it looks. I just didn’t photograph the group of cute, noisy French kids running around the play area or the little boy kicking a football (soccer ball) with his dad and granddad in the separate enclosed area.

Looking west up the park, there’s a tall plinth topped with a bust of Thomas Jefferson.

Middle of photo: tall bust of Jefferson

Entry gate by Jefferson statue, recognising some of his accomplishments

Another view of Monsieur Jefferson looking out at Place des États-Unis

Not to be forgotten, at the other end of the park is a large statue of Lafayette and Washington, allies in America’s Revolutionary War.

Lafayette and Washington, shaking hands

Two great men and behind them the flags of their two great countries

Just a block or so from Place des États-Unis, and thanks to a news reporter’s recent tweet, we discovered an authentic, old-fashioned confiserie (candy shop).

A wonderful, old-fashioned confiserie

Here we had a chat with the lovely owner, who asked what we planned to do in Paris. When I mentioned paying respects to Notre-Dame after the fire, she understood completely but said she hasn’t yet been back herself, because it makes her too sad.

I forgot to take photos inside, but a close-up of the window gives a glimpse of her edible treasures. Long may the shop continue, though I fear ones like this may not last beyond the owner’s days.

Confiserie Saint Pierre, rue de Chaillot, Paris

We bought nougat lait (small nougat bars covered in milk chocolate) and had to eat them right away, because it was too hot to do otherwise of course.

The high temperatures (33C/91.4F today) really take it out of us. Fortunately they’re supposed to break tonight. Also fortunately, you can always find a café for a refreshing cold drink or a kir.

Traditional kirs on arrival

Cheers! and thanks for reading. À bientôt and more from Paris soon.

4 Responses

  1. Such wonderful memories of lovely little parks and the tiny local shops. Can’t wait to start spending time in Paris again, and bringing the grandkids! Give my love to Notre Dame. During the first couple of months that I was living in Paris at the age of 17, I went to Notre Dame every Sunday for the organ concerts. It was such a beautiful place, incredible music, warmer than my freezing apartment, and free! Bliss for a lonely teenager with no friends and few dollars determined to make that most amazing city my own. Your posts keep the memories alive. Big hugs!

    • Love your comment Paka and what a brilliant guide you’ll be for the grandkids! I can see you and those gorgeous girls in Paris 🙂 Please tell them from my own experience there could be no-one better than you to introduce them to the City of Light xxxx

  2. At some point, that was the site of the American Embassy (back before it was in a purpose-built building, and just in a building either rented or given for that purpose). The story has it that the street on which the embassy building sat was rue de la Biche, the sound of which didn’t sit too well to delicate American ears, so the name was changed to Place des Etats-Unis.

    For believing or not at your discretion!!

    • I believe! Have also read this, and it rings true to me as I can understand the American ‘reluctance’ (oh so delicate arrrgh) to say — or live on! — rue Biche, even if it’s not exactly the same pronunciation, Eek!

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