Moving in Place

THERE’S NO SUCH THING as a “typical” airline layover. They run the gamut, from eleven tired hours at an airport motel in Pensacola to multiple days in a five-star property in Cairo or Cape Town. The worst of them are depressing; the best are exciting, even a little glamorous, and crewmembers are known to bring along their spouses and kids, turning a work assignment into a mini-vacation.

I’m not as adventurous during my downtime as I used to be, but almost always there’s something to discover. And in keeping with my ends/means philosophy of air travel, I’d be remiss not to share some of these discoveries with my readers. Thus, “Moving in Place” is a new feature, a travelogue of sorts, in which I’ll periodically share unusual highlights from this or that destination.

I might recommend a restaurant or share photos from a tourist attraction, but the subject, most of the time, will be something peculiar or unexpected.

All text and photos by the author.

 

COLONIAL DAKAR

The best way to see Dakar, Senegal, is with someone who speaks French and has spent some time there. That person isn’t me, but I lucked out on my last visit. One of my colleagues, a 767 captain, grew up in French Africa and knows the town’s nooks and crannies. He played tour guide and took us around. I’ve been to Dakar at least three dozen times, but Billy took us places I never knew existed.

My favorite spot, by far, was the little courtyard restaurant at the Hotel Saint-Louis Sun, a brown stucco establishment on Rue Felix Faure, in the city-center neighborhood known as the Plateau, not far from the waterfront. The restaurant is set amidst garden, surrounded by spindled balustrades and open to the sky. There’s Senegalese food on the menu, or just stop in for a drink.

Saint-Luis Sun probably qualifies as what we nowadays call a “boutique hotel,” but there’s nothing pretentious or prissy. It’s charming in an old-school way, authentic and simple. Here you’re transported to another age. Colonial times, for better or worse, yet lovely just the same. An evocative respite from the bustle of the city. Dakar is losing much of its colonial architecture and quickly becoming just another glass and steel capital. Here’s a chance to savor some of what’s left.

The older I get, the less adventurous I am on layovers. These days, a place like the Saint-Louis Sun hits the spot. Quiet and easy to deal with. Once upon a time, though, Senegal was the setting for what was probably the most thrilling on-the-job excursion I’ve ever taken: a two-day trip down to the Sine-Saloum Delta, where we slept in a forest lodge and rode boats through the mangroves. You can watch the highlights of that trip here and here.

 

The Cincinnati Mosaics

The derelict spaces beneath America’s highway overpasses are among the nation’s bleakest and best-avoided locations. What’s found there is typically some combination of neglect, decay, danger or despair. But not always. And for that we travel to Cincinnati, Ohio.

There, in a litter-strewn no-man’s land beneath the rusted superstructure tangle of routes 75 and 71, just north of the Ohio River, one encounters, of all things, an urban sculpture garden — a sprawling, somewhat haphazard collection of statues, murals and mosaics composed of mortar, glass shards, pebbles, shells and tile fragments. The artwork depicts mainly bird and marine life, plus a number of abstract shapes and patterns.

I could find nothing about the project online, but according to a plaque it was the work of a dozen students — city kids, presumably — working under the supervision of a team of professional artists in affiliation with the Cincinnati Arts and Technology Center. Whatever its origins, it’s one of the oddest and most intriguing pieces of public art I’ve ever encountered.

The installation is just a few minutes’ walk from downtown Cincinnati. To find it, go a couple of blocks west of Paul Brown Stadium, where the Bengals play, just off Pete Rose Way, below the scary-looking snarl of highway towers.

 

Paris in Four Bridges.

There are 37 bridges that cross the Seine, but my normal morning walk (about 13,000 steps round trip, according to my Garmin Vivofit) takes me past, or below, four of them. It’s the understructure of these bridges that fascinates me most.

My walk starts on the Île aux Cygnes, a skinny, mid-river island popular with dog-walkers, and it’s the pont de Grenelle that comes first. This is the kind of nondescript span that you’d see in any of a hundred American cities (indeed, a quarter-scale replica of the Statue of Liberty, dating to 1889. abuts the center stanchion), but there’s a sleekness to the metalwork that I like.

Pont de Grenelle

Further along the island is the pont de Bir-Hakeim. Formerly the pont de Passy (1905), this is a two-level bridge with a railway crossing above and a roadway, pedestrian and cycle crossing below. Chinese tourists come here by the dozen every morning to have wedding pictures taken — more than a few of whom have been inadvertently photobombed by yours truly.

Pont de Passy

The Pont Alexandre III, finished in 1900, connects the Invalides and Eiffel Tower on the south side with the Champs-Élysées and Grand Palais (my favorite building in Paris) on the north. The Beaux-Arts style bridge is the fanciest in the city, decorated extravagantly with ornate masonry pedestals, lampposts, cherubs and winged horses. Beautiful for sure, but check out the underside!

Pont Alexandre III

Further along, the passerelle Léopold Sédar Senghor links the Musée d’Orsay with the Tuileries gardens on the other side. It’s named after the first president of the former French colony of Senegal, in West Africa.

The old airport in the Senegalese capital, Dakar, is also named after Léopold Sédar Senghor. The footbridge in Paris is considered something of an architectural marvel and is planked with exotic hardwoods. The airport in Dakar… well, I once described it as “the world’s worst.” Which I’m sure it’s not, but it made for a good story.

A new airport serving Dakar, named after Blaise Diagne, the first black African elected to the French parliament, has since opened after a long series of delays. Maybe Diagne will get a bridge across the Seine.

The Léopold Sédar-Senghor footbridge

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  1. Chuck says:

    I’ve followed your missives for more than a decade, and never tire of your photographs as you have an eye for composition and fine detail that I appreciate. Your photographs of the Seine bridges are good example of that skill.

    I also enjoy your notes and photos of West Africa whenever they appear. Having lived in Somalia and Kenya in the 1980s, my work took me through most of west Africa. So the memories they conjure are a treat.

  2. UncleStu says:

    The Cincinnati Mosaics are terrific. I hope they get the publicity they deserve.

  3. Berangere de Saint Leger says:

    PK 6 you might already know it. you are about 6 Km from the center of Paris

  4. Berangere de Saint Leger says:

    Statue of Liberty, Paris. Not so sure a replica. You might want to check its history.

    • Berangere de Saint Leger says:

      At the Musée des Arts et métiers you will find the first prototype made for the New York statue of Liberty. The one at l’isle aux cygnes is a replica gift from the Americans living in Paris at the time. [can’t find who made that one?].

  5. Art Knight says:

    After thorough research and exhaustive analysis of empirical evidence, I concur with my colleague Speed. Most bridges are indeed heavier than most airplanes. Furthermore, to wit, I’ll never be invited to The Academy Awards. If they stopped me on the red carpet and asked me “Who are you wearing?” I’d reply “Fruit of the Loom!”

  6. Speed says:

    To return to aviation, both airplanes and bridges are characterized by their spans although bridge designers aren’t as concerned about weight as the engineers at Boeing and Airbus are.

  7. Ira says:

    Great story Patrick! I love Paris and have been fortunate over the past ten years or so to have had 2-4 business trips a year to the City of Light! Walking is my favorite activity there – we’ll, on second thought maybe eating is my favorite activity there. Last July my wife and I went for a morning run from our hotel which is halfway between Trocadero and Place Victor Hugo and we ended up on the Île aux Cygnes and crossed back to the Right Bank on the Pont de Passy so I immediately recognized your photo. My favorite is the Pont Alexandre Ii but I have to say that I’ve never looked underneath. Another favorite is the Bridge of Locks which I think is actually called the Pont des Arts crossing from the Louvre to the Latin Quarter.

  8. Alan Dahl says:

    When I saw the headline about Paris bridges the Léopold Sédar-Senghor footbridge immediately came to mind. You shot it from it’s most beautiful angle, I have an almost identical photo at home taken in 2013. I love the woodwork of the steps and handrails!

  9. Rick Smith says:

    And no rust or decay to be seen in any photo. Another damn Socialist failure!

  10. vikki brown says:

    So enjoyed this! Great photos!

  11. flymike says:

    Where’s the rest of the story? You’ve only gone 400 steps according to my Google Earth . . .