The Arcades Project - Operi

Everywhere stockings play a starring role. They are found in the photographer's studio,
then in a doll hospital, and, one day, on the side table of a tavern, watched over by a girl.
The arcade may be conceived as mineral spa . Arcade myth, with legen­
dary source.
It is high time the beauties of the nineteenth century were discovered.
Arcade and railroad station: yes / Arcade and church: yes / Church and railroad station:
Marseilles /
Poster and arcade: yes / Poster and building: no / Poster and : open /
Conclusion: erotic magic / Tune / Perspective / Dialetical reversal (commodity-type).
There is, to speak once more of restaurants, a nearly infallible criterion for determining
their rank. This is not, as one might readily assume, their price range. We find this
unexpected criterion in the color of the sound that greets us when
The solemn, reflective, tranquil character of the Parisian mealtime is measured
less by the particular dishes served than by the stillness that surrounds you in the
restaurant, whether it be before uncovered tables and plain white walls or in a
carpeted and richly furnished dining room. Nowhere does one find the hubbub
of a Berlin restaurant, where patrons like to give themselves airs and where food
is only a pretext or necessity. I know a shabby, dark room in the very middle of
which, a few minutes past noon, milliners from nearby shops gather around long
marble tables. They are the only customers, keeping quite to themselves, and
they have little to say to one another during their short lunch break. And yet-it
is merely a whispering, from which the clinking of knives and forks (refined,
dainty, as though punctuated) continuously rises. In a "Chauffeurs' Rendezvous;'
as the small bistros like to call themselves, a poet and tlunker can have his
breakfast and, in an international company of Russian, Italian, and French taxi
drivers, advance his thoughts a good distance. If he wants, however, to enjoy the
undivided sociable silence of a public repast, he will not turn his steps toward any
of tl,e venerable old Paris restaurants, and still less toward one of the newer chic
establishments; rather, he goes to seek out, in a remote quartier, the new Parisian
mosque. TI,ere he finds, along with the indoor garden and its fountains, along
with the obligatory bazaar full of carpets, fabrics, and copperware, three or four
medium-sized rooms furnished with stools and divans and lit by hanging lamps.
He must of course bid adieu not only to French cooking, which he exchanges for
a choice Middle Eastern cuisine, but above all to French wines. Nevertheless,
within months of its opening, the best Parisian society had already discovered the
"secrets of the nl0sque" and now takes its coffee in the little garden, or a late
supper in one of tl,e adjoining rooms.