Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
Recognize the church? That’s our street in the late 19th century. The building at the end no longer exists, and the trees are gone. Well, there are trees now, but different:
They’ve also changed the name of the boulevard to de Lattre de Tassigny. Our next door neighbour’s wall and fence haven’t changed in the slightest. That church was listed as a national monument (ISMH) two weeks ago. I’m not sure why, I don’t find it particularly attractive:
The interior is unusual. I haven’t seen it in person but I’ve found a postcard:
It’s going to be de-churchinized and made into a cultural centre of some sort. I hope that includes stopping the damn bell which rings every hour from 8am to midnight. And depending on the wind, it can feel like it’s ringing right here in the garden.
The listing is not without consequence. We got a little letter explaining that the listing of the church translates to the listing of the boulevard and the buildings up to 500 metres away. Number 42 is only 100 metres away. That means that if we ever want to make changes to the facade or colours we’d technically have to get permission from authorities. I say technically because all people can see from the street is this:
So no one can make an argument that a change would affect the look of the boulevard at all.