Quotes About Tuileries

Once I saw Desjardins' house, I hated him even more. It was a huge mansion on the other side of the Tuileries, on the rue des Pyramids. "Pyramids Road?" Sadie said. "Obvious, much?" "Maybe he couldn't find a place on Stupid Evil Magician Street," I suggested.

Most people read Homer in those stupid eighteenth-century translations," Gautier said calmly. "They make him sound like Marie-Antoinette nibbling biscuits in the Tuileries. But if you read him in Greek you can see he's a monster, his people are monsters. The whole thing is like a dinner party for barbarians. They eat with their fingers. They put mud in their hair when they are upset. They spend half the time painting themselves.

Now I know all city parks are the same. Hyde Park. The bluffs above Santa Monica. The Tuileries. Just paths beneath trees where people walk in varying states of heartbreak. Staggering between divorces and biopsies. And at the edge, one final row of lavender azaleas.

On a pêché, dans le bassin des Tuileries, les petits poissons rouges, afin de les préserver du froid.

keeping all things in their places. Everybody was dressed for a Fancy Ball that was never to leave off. From the Palace of the Tuileries, through Monseigneur and the whole Court, through the Chambers, the Tribunals of Justice, and all society (except the scarecrows),

and elegant women who filled the air with perfume and colour like the flowers in front of the Tuileries Palace" (pg. 85)

Tuileries Gardens—Paris's own version of Central Park.

Most tourists mistranslated Jardins des Tuileries as relating to the thousands of tulips that bloomed here, but Tuileries was actually a literal reference to something far less romantic. This park had once been an enormous, polluted excavation pit from which Parisian contractors mined clay to manufacture the city's famous red roofing tiles—or tuiles.