Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Missing the Onion

July 18, 2018 -- In early July of last year, the Bermuda Onion -- a restaurant in the Beaugrenelle mall not far from our apartment -- delighted and surprised our family.  We dined there on a hot day because we knew it was air conditioned and because we knew they served hamburgers -- something our granddaughters said they wanted for dinner.
Nicely landscaped area in front of the former site of
the Bermuda Onion, in Beaugrenelle mall

Our expectations were not high; in the past, the food we were served there was merely good or correct.  Last year, however, all five of us were delighted with the food and service.  You can see what I wrote about the experience in this blog entry for July 7, 2017.

Yesterday evening, Tom and I were warm and hungry after our walk on the Ile aux Cygnes, so we entered the mall and headed for the Bermuda Onion.  After climbing the escalator, we realized that the restaurant and several other businesses in that part of the mall were closed.

I asked a security guard about the Bermuda Onion, and he answered that it was gone.

We left the mall and decided to dine a L'Epopée, a former favorite restaurant.  I say "former favorite" because the food last night was mediocre, and the reception by the owner was strange.  The only very nice thing about the dinner was the service.

On the way home, we speculated about what had happened to the Bermuda Onion.  With its fabulous location, wonderful view of the Seine, interesting menu, and great food at good value, how could it have failed?

I said to Tom that I bet I could find out what happened.  In my research this morning, I almost completely solved the mystery.

The restaurant opened when the mall was new, in 2013.  It was a re-creation of some Parisian bistros of the same name that existed from 1985 to 2004.  Those earlier Bermuda Onions were the creation of Patrick Derderian.

The newer Bermuda Onion had a sleek blue, gray, silver and bronze decor that mimicked that of a cruise ship from another era.  It was cool.

The first chef at that new Bermuda Onion was Valentin Néraudeau, a young man from Toulouse.  He was, earlier that same year, a contestant on the Franco-Belgian edition of the show Top Chef. 

Somehow, it became known that Valentin has a spectacular body, rippled with muscles.  It may have become known on one of the episodes from Top Chef.  The other team (not Valentin's) had one test in which they cooked for four famous swimmers, including France's Laure Manaudou.  That team of chefs had to swim several laps before cooking.  It is possible that the other team was also at the pool, in swimming attire, and that's when people saw Valentin's bod.

At any rate, he became famous for his physique, even though he was dropped from Top Chef at the end of season 4.  

The next year, 2014, he came out of the closet.  He is a gay man; he said that the world of restaurant cuisine is very macho, so therefore he'd been slow to come out.

He left the Bermuda Onion job in 2014 or 2015.  That's when Diogo Patricio was promoted to chef there.  Valentin went back to Toulouse, where he is now a chef de cuisine for hire.  He also has a cooking show series on YouTube, specializing in teaching how to make really good dishes in four minutes.  It is called simply "Chef Valentin," and there is a new episode every Thursday at 7pm, France time.  The show has more than 10,000 subscribers.
A mediocre but attractive duck breast main course at L'Epopee

Very recently (July 9), the Beaugrenelle management announced that Galeries Lafayette will be opening a department store at the mall.  That big store is replacing Marks and Spencer and many other businesses in that side of the mall.  So the Bermuda Onion is just one of several entities whose leases were not renewed to make way for the big department store.

I do not know where Chef Diogo Patricio is going. According to LinkedIn, he lives in Paris and is from Portugal.  I don't know exactly when Bermuda Onion closed its doors.  It could have been as recently as early this month, when the Galeries Lafayette announcement was made.

Perhaps Diogo, like many Parisians who come from Portugal, will just take a long July-August vacation in his home country, taking some time to think about what to do next.  After that, we certainly hope he returns to Paris to be a chef again.  We enjoyed his cooking so much last summer . . . .  We wish him the best.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Dinner and a Parrot

July 17, 2018 -- Tom and I were ready to eat well yesterday evening.  I had perused the ratings of restaurants in lafourchette.com, and discovered a place within walking distance that had fine reviews, and lots of them.  The location, on one of the leafy avenues of the 7th arrondissement near UNESCO, appeals to us -- especially if we take the scenic route to go there.
Filet de dorade royale at Restaurant Félix.

However, when we left the apartment, we were in a bit of a hurry to meet our reservation time because work at the computers had delayed us longer than it should have.  We didn't hurry too much because of the summer heat, but we moved efficiently along the less scenic, more direct route to Avenue Segur.  Still, we made it to Restaurant Félix at 79 Avenue de Segur right on time.  We were the only English speakers there (but of course we spoke French).

The place is named for its chef, Félix Michau.  He trained at fine restaurants in France and Scotland, and then opened this place of his own in 2016.  His philosophy is to offer only the freshest, seasonal products, prepared "without arrogance," emphasizing quality above all else.  As a result, the menu changes so frequently that it is simply printed on a page that is then placed on a clipboard -- no vinyl covers at Restaurant Félix!

We did not order any starters, but instead focused on a bottle of cold sparkling water to begin the repast.  The bread that soon arrived was of that delicious dark sourdough variety, with a crunchy crust.  Nice.
Filet mignon de cochon at Restaurant Felix.
Tom had a filet mignon de cochon (pork) that came with a rich, creamy sauce and delicious wild mushrooms.  My filet of dorade royale (golden sea bream) sat upon a small pile of perfectly cooked fresh spinach, and was topped by a colorful mix of finely chopped vegetables and capers

The evening was very warm, but the restaurant was completely open in front.  Still, the dining room could have benefited from a fan.  Tom decided to have ice cream for dessert.  True to the chef's philosophy, it was top-quality ice cream.  I had a little scoop of it inside a profiterole that was covered in very dark, rich chocolate sauce -- like the sauce we used to get at Le Pario.

Bravo, Chef Félix Michau!  We shall return.  I must try the razor clams next time.

The profiterole with rich, dark chocolate sauce at Restaurant Félix.

After dinner, we walked slowly up the Avenue de Segur and the Avenue de Suffren to the Champ de Mars, catching a soft evening view of the Eiffel Tower just before sunset.

We enjoyed serene views in the Champ de Mars, just as I had done in the morning.

Yesterday's lovely evening view of the Eiffel Tower, from the
Champ de Mars.
One of the unusual sightings I made in the morning on the Champ de Mars was a parrot.  That's right, a bright green, full size parrot!  Research tells me that these are rose-necked parakeets from Africa.  I thought parakeets were smaller, but the one I saw was really parrot-sized.  Evidently, they were introduced to the Paris region as escapees at the Orly airport.  Now they have become an invasive species and are disrupting native bird populations.

I made a mental note of the sound of the parrot's cry, so that I might listen for it as I walk through the Champ de Mars.  The apple-green bird was very hard to see when it was sitting in the green foliage of a tree.  One reason I saw it was that I happened to be staring up at a space between trees when the parrot flew there.

Another reason I spotted the bird was that I was making myself sit still for a half hour on a park bench yesterday morning.  As all bird watchers know, it is amazing what you can see if you simply sit still and remain observant for 30 minutes or more.

So I will try to pause more, to soak it all in.

Monday, July 16, 2018

Ooooh les championnes!

July 16, 2018 -- Soccer is so much easier to understand than American football.  We watched our first FULL soccer game on French national television, beginning to end, and the time flew by.  Surely you all know this was the final game in the World Cup -- France against Croatia -- and France won -- in Moscow.
We could hear a thousand voices cheering during the
game, but the people were all indoors, watching TV
screens, with windows open.

Like everyone else, we had our windows open during the game.  We could hear what seemed like a crowd of a thousand people cheering every time the French team scored a point or did something else wonderful.  Yet when I stepped out on the balcony, there was almost nobody in the street.  The voices all came from the open windows of apartments and cafés all around.  We were cheering, too, with windows open, adding to the exciting din.

After the game was done, joyful people flowed out of those apartments and cafés, onto the streets.  They filled up the streets leading to the Champ de Mars -- the unofficial field of celebration.  The giant TV screens on the Champ were still going -- showing images of the overjoyed coach, team members, and President Macron.  It was raining in Moscow, evidently.  The President and everyone else there was soaking wet, but they didn't care.  We were all hot and dry in Paris, but we didn't care either.

Automobiles could barely move on these avenues, because the people took over.  Most drivers didn't even try.  Those who did had their windows open, were screaming and cheering, waving French flags, honking horns incessantly, and moving very slowly through the throngs of pedestrians.  Nutty passengers were hanging out of the car windows and tailgates, or riding on top of cars.


People sang, "Oooh les championnes!  Oooh les championnes!  Oooh les championnes!  Oooh les championnes!" over and over.  They even sang the Marseillaise, which is hard to do.

Tom and I joined the crowd walking up the rue du Commerce to the beginning of the Champ de Mars, even though we usually do not do crowds.  You can see from my photos that we did hang back from the dense parts of the crowd.

The edge of the crowd on the Champ de Mars.  You can see one of the giant
TV screens here, and the haze is from blue-white-red smoke bombs.
While people were still marching up to the Champ, the people on the Champ who'd watched the entire game there on the giant screens were now leaving, intent on finding a brasserie or at least a bottle of wine. Crowds were starting to move in both directions.

The crowds were civil.  We saw one person down, on the pavement, across the Avenue de la Motte Picquet from us.  She was an elderly lady, and she was receiving care from about ten passers-by.  Eventually, we saw the ambulance come.  The crowds parted to let the ambulance move ahead.  In this weather, my guess is that the lady was dehydrated.

Judging by the trash I saw in the streets during my walk this morning, I'd say that every big avenue in the city was taken over by crowds of soccer fans yesterday evening and probably through much of the night.  The "little green men" (and women) who collect the trash and clean the streets were out in full force early today.  They have an enormous job to do.

I walked up the Avenue Bosquet, across the river, and up the Avenue Georges V to the American Cathedral (Episcopal church).   The return route was the Avenue Rapp, the little rue Général Camou, the Avenue de la Bourdonnais, a few small streets near the Champ de Mars, the Champ once again, the Village Suisse, the Avenue de la Motte Picquet and the rue du Commerce.  

I saw only two places where piles of trash had been set on fire by celebrants.  The fires had been small and had been extinguished quickly.  These little fires were nothing like the burning dumpsters and sofas that we used to see near campus after an Ohio State University football victory.  Parisians are much more civilized.

The rue du Commerce and all the avenues had been used heavily by celebrants last night, but the side streets were calm and relatively clean.  The Champ de Mars was amazingly clean and peaceful.

French soccer fans can be wildly enthusiastic, but they have it under control.  Allez les bleus!

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Allez les bleus!

Tonight, France might win the world cup in soccer.  To say that people in Paris are excited about the game is an understatement.  Many are crazed.  Most are at least passionate.  They're shopping like demons for party food and supplies.  I saw that with my own eyes at the street market under the tracks on the Boulevard de Grenelle and in the Monoprix grocery store this morning. 

Passion flower in the Parc St. Lambert yesterday evening.
I walked the length of the Grenelle market, and then decided to walk back along the less crowded, but warm and sunny sidewalk on the north side of the boulevad.  That took me right past the headquarters for the French Football Federation at 87 Boulevard de Grenelle.

I wrote about this unique, 1942 building six years ago in this blog (http://bjoycooley.com/8-16-12.htm).  The style of the building is distinctive, and it was one of the very few built in Paris during the German occupation. 

The building was originally the Centre Technique de l'Aluminium -- the Aluminum Technical Center.  I encourage you to follow that link if you'd like to read a story about aluminum and a French-American controversy.
French Football Federation at 87 Boulevard de Grenelle.

Now the building has been renovated and is the headquarters for the French Football Federation.  A couple of people, like me, stopped to photograph the structure on this most important soccer day in France.  A photograph of the team has been screened onto the glass façade. 

While I was photographing, I could hear people a block away, shouting Allez les bleus!  People were running in the street waving French flags.  People have French flags painted on their faces.  The illegal vendors of Eiffel Tower trinkets (who are predominantly illegal immigrants) are now selling French flags. 

The game starts at 5pm.  We three Cooleys plan a picnic supper in the apartment, at the dining table, with the game on the TV.  Then I'm sure Dan will go out and join the celebrating masses after the game.  The giant screens used on the Champ de Mars for the concert/fireworks/lightshow last night will display the soccer game this evening.

France MUST win!

Yesterday evening, Tom and I walked for an hour or more in the city summer heat.  The heat was dry, and the air quality was mediocre, not bad.  We walked slowly.  We stopped to sit in a few different parks.  Our favorite was Parc St. Lambert because of the many families with kids playing there.  The atmosphere was festive, and safe.

After a casual dinner, we watched and listened to the grand classical Concert de Paris (click here for concert video -- 2 hours long) and fireworks show (click here for video -- 27 minutes long.  Tom and I watched on TV, and Dan walked up to the Champ de Mars where he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with others.  He actually only made it to the front of the École Militaire; the Champ itself was completely full.

Tomorrow Dan leaves for a 5-day adventure in Amsterdam.  Then he'll return to Paris for another week, with a stay in an AirBnB studio on Montmartre.

Meanwhile, Tom and I remain at work on our writing and editing projects.  But work isn't too hard when you can do it in Paris. 


Saturday, July 14, 2018

Quatorze Juillet with the Cooleys

July 14, 2018 -- Quatorze Juillet, which Americans refer to as Bastille Day, begins quietly, at home.  Like many Parisians, we laze about the apartment and watch the military parade on TV.  In fact, this is our biggest TV day of the year, because we also watch the Tour de France in the afternoon, and in the evening we will watch the big concert and fireworks show -- all on French national television.  Then the rest of the year, we pretty much watch no television whatsoever (not counting Netflix on my tablet).
A modern twist on a traditional Moroccan dish called a Pastilla, at O Fil Rouge on the rue St. Charles.

Since I'm home all day today, I'm doing a couple loads of laundry.  French washing machines take a long time to wash a load.   Dryers take a long time, too.  This one has a reservoir that fills with water which must be emptied after each load.  The dryer doesn't vent.

That sounds dull, but the concert and fireworks show are not dull at all.  Tom and I don't do crowds anymore, and besides, we've discovered, the only way to see the entirety of the huge fireworks show is on TV -- with all the helicopter views all around.  Dan will go out and mix with the masses, however.

Last night we dined out at O Fil Rouge on the rue St. Charles.  With a 20 percent discount (on food, not drinks) thanks to lafourchette.com (thefork.com), we splurged on a Chateaubriand steak for Dan.  I had a Moroccan dish called a pastilla, stuffed with tender, savory braised lamb.  It was accompanied by heavenly puréed sweet potatoes.   Tom had a large veal chop.  The guys also got puréed potatoes with a generous sprinkling of chives.

For dessert, we shared one order of O Fil Rouge's famous pain perdu in a pool of rich caramel sauce.

Service was warm and friendly.  We were remembered as the Floridians that we are (well, at least Tom and I are).  The restaurant was full people and is showing signs of success.  Each year something about the decor is changed, making the place a bit more sumptuous and chic, looking a little less like someone clever decorated on a tight budget.
Chateaubriand topped with foie gras, with puréed potatoes and chives.

Three nights ago we also had a nice dinner, this one at l'Alchimie.  This is the first time Dan has treated us to dinner!  Dan and I each had a perfectly cooked fish filet that was rolled in a tube which was filled with a minced mushroom stuffing.  The concoction sat atop a small bed of tasty polenta.

Tom had a pluma de negra, which is a special, tender cut of pork.  We shared a couple servings of moelleaux au chocolat.  Lovely dinner!

In each of these restaurants, we were the only non-French people.  And that's the way we like it.

Friday, July 13, 2018

Morning Magnificence

July 13, 2018 --  My morning walks begin while I'm waking up.  I think about where I haven't been for a while.  I think about where I could go.  I think about what is happening where on this day of the week.  Which street markets are open?  What church or museum or park might I visit on this day?

Walking along the banks of the Seine in the early morning.
On a beautiful morning, when cool breezes prevail, I think about walking through the grand spaces, like the Tuileries.  I think about walking along the Seine.  This morning, I did both.

As I crossed the Champ de Mars, I noticed that all the structures for the equestrian event (Longines) are now gone.  The park is almost ready for tomorrow's Bastille Day concert, light show, and fireworks like you've never seen.
Russian Orthodox Church on the Avenue Rapp

I hadn't been on the Avenue Rapp yet this summer, so I selected that route from the Champ to the river.  Along the way, I noticed more and more Velib stations with bicycles in them.  Velib is slowly being resurrected!

When I was almost at the end of the avenue by the river, I paused across the street from the relatively new Russian Orthodox Church to photograph the morning sun upon its shining domes.

The walkway along the riverbank was uncrowded and clean.  The occasional runner or jogger passed me.  A few people were walking to work.  And there were four tall soldiers in camouflage uniforms carrying automatic rifles.   Security.

The walkway on the riverbank has many amenities.  I stopped to use the ladies' restroom but observed, after I opened the door, that the doorknob on the inside had been removed.  I would have been trapped if I'd gone in and let the door shut behind me.  Thank goodness I'm observant.

So I just used the handicapped restroom instead.
Chalk and paint have been used to color the pavement on the riverbank.
The fabulous Pont Alexandre III in the background.

The views along the Seine riverbank are extensive, and the steep angle of morning light illuminated the scene in a way I'd never seen before.  The archipelago barges were not open.  The gangways to them are lowered at 10AM.  Morning Seine walkers know this.  Now I know it.

Sections of the blacktop had been painted the colors of the rainbow.  In other places, swirly, colorful designs decorated the dull surface. 

As I walked, I grew thirsty.  I saw one of the City of Paris water dispensers.  For those who have their own water bottle, these dispensers offer a choice of flat water on one side, and sparkling water on the other.  I pulled my empty bottle from my bag and selected the sparkling water.  Mmmm.  Nice and cold it was. 
City of Paris water dispenser on the riverbank
offers flat and sparkling water for free --
if you have a bottle.

Off to the side, where weeds and wildflowers are allowed to grow at will, I saw a man harvesting herbs and greens.  He'll have a nice salad today.

When I reached the pedestrian bridge at Solferino, I climbed its center steps and began to cross the river.  I stopped to look at the view in the middle, and noticed the plague of love locks there.  Oh, how I wish people would stop defacing Paris in this way!

At last, at the Tuileries, I noticed the grand park's terrain was sharply divided between brilliant sun and deep shade.  Contrasts!

The ubiquitous green metal chairs, which would all be occupied this afternoon, were mostly empty.  I paused to sit in several as I wandered through the Tuileries this morning.

As I sat in one by the big pond with a fountain in the middle, in the midst of the sculpture garden, I heard a distant crowd roaring and cheering.  The sound came from the area around the Musée D'Orsay, across the river.  I imagined a bunch of French soccer fans having a pep rally in that outdoor space on the west side of the museum.

France plays against Croatia in the final game of the World Cup, on Sunday.   We three Cooleys plan to watch at least part of the game.
Love locks defacing a pedestrian bridge over the Seine.

When I almost reached the crowd of people lined up to enter the Louvre at the I. M. Pei pyramid, I turned around to begin the trek home.

Off to the right, I veered to admire a beautiful statue called Méditeranée (1905), by Aristide Maillol.
Méditeranée, by Aristide Maillol, in the Tuileries Garden.

Walking straight down the middle of the Tuileries, Louvre palace behind me and the Place de la Concorde's ancient Luxor Obelisk in front of me, I felt like a queen.  No, an Empress.  In Chico's T-shirt and jeans?  I do have an imagination.
The white dot at the far left is the hot air balloon at the Parc Andre Citroen, miles away.  On the right, the smaller
white dot is the top of the Luxor Obelisk at the Place de la Concorde.

So when I turned at the Place de la Concorde, I wished to cross the Seine on the Pont Alexandre III rather than the plainer Pont de la Concorde.  Naturally, I walked along the Cours de la Reine (Queen's Way) to reach the preferred bridge, with its fabulous golden statues against the French blue sky.

The way home from there was simple -- the Esplanade des Invalides, a little knot of streets in the 7th arrondissement, then the Avenue de la Motte Picquet and the Rue du Commerce to home.  Sweet home, where I could finally break my 12 hour fast by having some vegetable juice and café au lait.

Enjoy more of today's photos, below.  You can get a better look at any photo by double-clicking on it.

Wildflowers and weeds allowed to grow along the Berges de Seine.

Morning sun in the Tuileries.












Thursday, July 12, 2018

Looking back, way back, to another time


July 12, 2018 -- Saint Sulpice the Good (540-647) was a contemporary with my 40th great grandfather, Arnulf (582-640), the Bishop of Metz.  Like Arnulf, Saint Sulpice was also a bishop.  He had been called to be a priest and had been ordained by his bishop, Austrégésile, the Bishop of Bourges.  When Austrégésile (also called Outrille) died in 624, the Christians in Bourges demanded that Sulpice become the new bishop.
Inside the church of Saint Sulpice

Because Sulpice and my ancestor Arnulf have something in common (being bishops at about the same time) and because St. Sulpice is my favorite church in Paris, I thought I should learn something more about St. Sulpice.

Fortunately, I found a description of him posted in the church this morning.  Here’s what it says:

Saint Sulpice the Good . . . was born in Berry, a Gallo-Roman province, of a large landowning family.

Living side by side, though not always peacefully, were many tribes and diverse religions.  There were few Chistians.
When an adolescent he was sent by his parents to serve as a page to King Guntram, grand-son of Clovis.  

Subsequently he returned to the family farm where he cared for the poor, visited prisoners and built chapels.
Looking up the rue Ferou toward St. Sulpice

His bishop, Austrégésile, called him and ordained him priest at the age of 40 – thus making him the patron saint of late vocations . . .
On the death of Austrégésile, in the Cathedral the Christian people acclaimed:  Sulpice is worthy!  Sulpice must be our bishop!
Neighboring bishops heard this and Sulpice became Bishop of Bourges, which was an extensive diocese.

Until his death in 647, Sulpice had great concern for the poor and sick and he founded a Hotel-Dieu for them.  He evangelized the countryside, building churches and instructing the clergy.  He was to have a significant role in the regional councils, which wrote the civil and ecclesiastic laws.
An abbey was built on his tomb outside the city. 

His reputation became so great, even outside of his diocese, that the Church made him a saint.  And he became the patron saint of some
 thirty towns in France, and at least 340 churches.

The fountain in Place Saint Sulpice.
When at the beginning of the thirteenth century the Abbey of Saint-Germain des Pres built a parish church for its farmers, it was placed under the protection of this great saint.
Saint Sulpice is still, with Saint Peter, the patron saint of this church.  We celebrate his Saint’s day on the 17th January.

Wait a minute, you say.  How could my 40th great grandfather Arnulf be a bishop?  Well, I had to dig into Wikipedia for an answer to this. 

Arnulf was married to Dode or Doda, and they had at least two kids, boys named Chlodulf and Ansegisel.  Ansegisel is the important one, because he’s an ancestor of Charlemagne.

It was only after Arnulf helped to lead a revolt that unseated Queen Brunhilda and reunited Frankish lands under Clothacar II that Arnulf’s
A peaceful morning in the Luxembourg Gardens.
wife became a nun and Arnulf became a priest and, later, a bishop.

Arnulf was known for his administrative skills, and Sulpice was known for his humanitarian acts.  I’d say both attributes are important for bishops.

So how does Ancestry.com trace me back to Arnulf?  If you really want to know, here’s the path.   If you don't care, just look at the pictures.
 
Arnulf, bishop of Metz (582 - 640)
40th great-grandfather
v
Ansegisel (602 - 662)
son of Arnulf, bishop of Metz
v
Pepin of Herstal (635 - 714)
son of Ansegisel
v
Charles I Karl Martel The Hammer Carolingian of Palace in Austrasia France (676 - 741)
son of Pepin of Herstal
v
Pepin the Short (714 - 768)
son of Charles I Karl Martel The Hammer Carolingian of Palace in Austrasia France
v
Emp of The West Charlemagne (742 - 814)
Door on rue Canivet.
son of Pepin the Short
v
King Pepin of Italy (773 - 810)
son of Emp of The West Charlemagne
v
Bernard of Italy (797 - 818)
son of King Pepin of Italy
v
Pepin of Vermandois (818 - 854)
son of Bernard of Italy
v
Herbert I, Count of Vermandois (848 - 907)
son of Pepin of Vermandois
v
Beatrice of Vermandois (880 - 931)
daughter of Herbert I, Count of Vermandois
v
Hugues Magnus Capet (915 - 956)
son of Beatrice of Vermandois
v
Hugues Capet (939 - 1067)
son of Hugues Magnus Capet
v
"The Pious" King Robert II, House of Capet (972 - 1031)
son of Hugues Capet
v
Henry I, King of France, house of Capet (1008 - 1060)
son of "The Pious" King Robert II, House of Capet
v
Hugh Magnus (1057 - 1101)
son of Henry I, King of France, house of Capet
Beautiful door in the 7th arrondissement.
v
Isabel de Vermandois (1045 - 1148)
daughter of Hugh Magnus
v
Robert de Beaumont, 2nd Earl Leicester (1104 - 1168)
son of Isabel de Vermandois
v
Margaret de Beaumont (1125 - 1185)
daughter of Robert de Beaumont, 2nd Earl Leicester
v
Lady Ida Isabel Plantagenet Countess Norfolk (1154 - 1224)
daughter of Margaret de Beaumont
v
Margaret Bigod (1166 - 1237)
daughter of Lady Ida Isabel Plantagenet Countess Norfolk
v
Henry De Hastings (1194 - 1250)
son of Margaret Bigod
v
Sir Henry John De Hastings, Baron Of Hastings (1235 - 1269)
son of Henry De Hastings
v
Sir John De Hastings, Baron Hastings, MP (1262 - 1313)
son of Sir Henry John De Hastings, Baron Of Hastings
v
Lady Elizabeth De Hastings, Baroness Grey of Ruthin (1294 - 1353)
daughter of Sir John De Hastings, Baron Hastings, MP
At last I found a Velib station with plenty of Velib bicycles.  These
are brand new bikes!
v
Sir Reginald Grey, 2nd Baron Grey de Ruthyn (1323 - 1388)
son of Lady Elizabeth De Hastings, Baroness Grey of Ruthin
v
John Of Unstone Gray (1365 - 1431)
son of Sir Reginald Grey, 2nd Baron Grey de Ruthyn
v
Alice DeGrey (1395 - 1449)
daughter of John Of Unstone Gray
v
William LEEKE (1416 - 1475)
son of Alice DeGrey
v
John Leake (1454 - 1545)
son of William LEEKE
v
Francis SIR KNIGHT Leeke (1512 - 1580)
son of John Leake
v
Mary Leake (1538 - 1595)
daughter of Francis SIR KNIGHT Leeke
v
Gertrude Markham (1560 - 1635)
daughter of Mary Leake
v
Ralph Sadleir (1581 - 1660)
son of Gertrude Markham
v
Joseph Thomas Sudler (1660 - 1701)
son of Ralph Sadleir
Statue of General Garibaldi near the boulevard named for him.
v
Amey Sudler (1695 - 1757)
daughter of Joseph Thomas Sudler
v
James Tolson ( - 1772)
son of Amey Sudler
v
James Tolson (1757 - )
son of James Tolson
v
William Tolson (1820 - )
son of James Tolson
v
Mary Anne Tolson (1856 - 1944)
daughter of William Tolson
v
George Allen White (1891 - 1977)
son of Mary Anne Tolson
v
Winfield Wayne White (1923 - 2011)
son of George Allen White
v
Barbara Joy (White) Cooley
the daughter of Winfield Wayne White