“The Port des Saints-Pères, they call it,” the old woman muttered, adjusting her scarf against the Parisian breeze. “Named for the street, you see.” We find ourselves along the Seine today, gazing at the Port des Saints-Pères. This isn’t just a waterway; it’s a thread woven into the fabric of Paris. The port stretches for 520 meters, a silvery ribbon against the elegant backdrop of the 6th and 7th arrondissements. It begins at the Pont des Arts and gracefully ends at the Pont Royal. The name? A simple nod to its neighbor, the Rue des Saints-Pères. Before it bore this name, the waterway was known as the Port du Recueillage and later, the Port Malaquais. But in 1905, it adopted the name it holds today, a quiet echo of the street that runs parallel to its flow.
Église Notre-Dame de l’Air
Beneath what appears to be a simple stone and wood structure lies a history interwoven with faith aviation and community.