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In the streets of Paris VII - THE BANKS OF SEINE

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Seine, whose name comes from the Celtic sin-ane "slow river" or sôghane "quiet river" takes its source at approximately 40 km northwest of Dijon. In his section of Paris, the Seine as 12.780 km and is crossed by 37 bridges. Its width varies from 200 meters near the Pont de Grenelle to 85 meters on the bridge Leopold Sedar Senghor. Its depth varies from 3.40 meters to 5.70 meters.

UNESCO has designated in 1991, the inventory of the world heritage of humanity, River Seine Bridge at Sully bridge of Jena, and the Ile de la Cite and Ile Saint-Louis.

Paul Verlaine - Paris and the Seine
You, Seine, you have nothing. Two platforms, and that's all,
Two docks filthy, strewn from one to the other end
Horrible moldy books and a host badge
Who's in the water round and angling
Yes, but when evening comes, finally rarefied
Passers heavy with sleep and hunger,
And the setting sun makes the sky red spots,
good it is dreaming to get out of their dens
And leaning over the bridge of the City, before
Notre Dame, thinking, heart and hair flying!
The clouds, driven by the night breeze,
Philander, copper and red in the blue taciturn
On the head of a king's gate, the sun,
At the time of death, red kisses. The swallow
fled at the approach of darkness And
seen flitting bats dark.
Any noise subsides around. Hardly a sound wave
Finds that the city is there singing his song.

Jacques Prevert - Song of the Seine
Seine lucky
It has no worries
She poured the sweet
Day and night
And it leaves its source
Slowly quietly
And without foam
Without leaving his bed
She goes to sea
Passing through Paris
The Seine is lucky
It has no worries
And when she walks
All along the quays
With its beautiful green dress and his golden lights

Notre Dame
Still jealous and severe
the top all its Stones
The scowling
But Seine would balance
It has no worries
She chillin
Day and night
And she goes towards Havre
And she goes to sea
Going like a dream
Amid the mysteries

Song of the Seine (played by Jeanne Moreau)


Kurt Weill - Complainte de la Seine (Between 2 Boxes)
At the bottom of the Seine
There's gold
boats rusty
jewels, weapons.
At the bottom of the Seine
There are dead.
At the bottom of the Seine
There are tears.
At the bottom of the Seine
There are flowers,
mud and mud
they are fed.
At the bottom of the Seine
Some Hearts
Who suffered too
To live life.
And then the stones and beasts
gray
Soul Sewer
Blowing poisons,
rings thrown
By misunderstood,
Feet
At a propeller cut the trunk. And the cursed fruit

Bellies sterile
whites aborted
That no one cares,
Vomiting
Of the great city
At the bottom of the Seine
ago that. O clement
Seine
Where are the corpses
O bed whose sheets are made of mud
.
River lantern waste Without
or harbor, rocking singer

The morgue and bridges.
Hosts poor (x2)
Welcomes Women (x2)
Welcomes the drunkard (x2)
Hosts crazy (x2)
mixed their tears
At the sound of your tears
And wears their heart (x3)
Among pebbles.
At the bottom of the Seine
There's gold
boats rusty
jewels, weapons.
At the bottom of the Seine
There are dead.
At the bottom of the Seine
There are tears.

Kurt Weill - The Lament of the Seine (1934)



Dean Martin - On the banks of the old Paris (1939)

For more information:

http://www.paris-pittoresque.com/rues/86.htm

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