#lahune

[parisfind]

#Smiling #Marilyn #marilynmonroe #photo next to #saintgermaindespres #bookstore #lahune #Paris (at Saint-Germain-des-Prés)

[didtwit]

Première exposition photo depuis début Mars ... ça fait du bien ! ☺️ #lahune (à Place Saint-Germain-des-Prés) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAkjFh7jCeI/?igshid=1otr2rgcrn110

[jeanchristophegilbert]

Fermeture de la librairie “La Hune” à Paris : combien de marins, combien de capitaines (3) ?

Navré de prendre le contre-pied du cortège de lamentations sur les méfaits du numérique, du téléchargement, tout ça, tout ça. Mais bon, aussi invraisemblable que cela puisse paraître, la librairie “La Hune” n’avait pas de site web - eh ouais - et une page Facebook en forme de carton pâte, c’est à dire mal renseignée.

Tout ça pour dire quoi ?

Que les dirigeants de cette vénérable institution sont sourds, muets et aveugles. Comme un petit dessin vaut mieux qu’un long discours, voici une petite synthèse amusante de leurs trois dernières assemblées générales.

Pour le reste, cet article fait suite à une loooongue série de billets de blogs où je dénonce l’aveuglement stupide de certaines dirigeants rétrogrades :

- Delpeyrat en juillet 2014

- Tilly-Sabcot en décembre

[summerwenxili]

Adieu, la Hune

Losing one's favorite bookshop is worse than losing one's lover. You will find frustration, confusion and desperation in your lover's arms, but a bookshop will only provide you with comfort.

It must be one of the days of my first trip to Paris that I went to la Hune for the very first time. I don't remember when exactly was that. Funny that I couldn't even speak French, I was still very keen on the idea of visiting all the bookshops. I remember I say la Hune for the first time, thinking that there is still hope for human race--I might be exaggerating, but it was such a relief to find that in the luxurious area of Saint Germain des Près, there were still many independent art galleries and bookshops.

I think that is one of the reasons why I love this area and this city so much. It gives some hope that some part of our society is not yet eaten by business.

I started enjoying this bookshop quite a lot since the summer of 2013. My French was getting better and I could not live without books. This bookshop focuses on literature, social sciences and fine arts, thus absolutely to my taste. It opens everyday until 10 p.m, perfect for people like me who likes to take a long walk in the afternoon and go to the bookshop when the city dissolves in darkness. It is nevertheless also a pleasure to go to the bookshop during the afternoon, through the huge windows, one can see the constant rain and the grey Haussemannien roofs of Paris. 

In my heart it will always be there. I never even imagined one day it was going to close, until today. Then after a bit of research, I realized that it was not always there, it gave up its location on 170 Boulevard Saint Germain to Louis Vuitton, in 2012. In its new location, however, it never got back its clientele. The distance between the two locations is no more than 100 meters.

It reminds me of last year when I was in the Passage des Panoramas, many owners of the boutiques told me that they were going to leave and their unique boutiques were going to be replaced by restaurants.

As if we didn't have enough clothes shops and restaurants.

I felt terrible when I left la Hune today. It was dark, not raining but kind of cold. Around 20 meters away, I stood in front of l'Église de St Germain, looking at the warm lights of the bookshop. Pretty soon it will be as dark as outside.

I was almost going to cry, trust me or not. I hate winter, I became more vulnerable to feelings like melancholy and sentimentality.

You might argue that we can buy books on Amazon anyway and we have e-books. But I can't. I am just this old-fashion person who have to go to a bookshop from time to time to forget about the world for a moment, and I am unable to read anything more than one page on a screen. I actually have a draft on paper for every serious blog that I wrote.

But this one is not a serious blog. I do not speak for anybody else, it is just me that lost a friend in this city.