Paris is not just a city of sights but also of smells. Walking through the Marais neighborhood, I encountered this fish market with both bright, beautiful colors and the smell of fresh seafood wafting out into the street. There are other smells too. A few weeks ago, I saw some beautiful mushrooms with a strong, earthy smell. The city itself smells too, as Ellen and I found out a couple of summers ago when we took the sewer tour.
I think the French are more accustomed to smells than Americans. In the US, we work hard to eliminate odors. Fish counters at US supermarkets don't smell like fish -- even though they should. We prize cleanliness to the point of removing the sensory experience, whether it's smell or sometimes taste. But in Paris, smells and flavors seem more pronounced. I think that's part of why Americans like to eat when they come here -- you can taste the food, and smell it.
Jeffrey H. Jackson is Associate Professor of History at Rhodes College in Memphis, Tennessee. He is the author of Making Jazz French: Music and Modern Life in Interwar Paris (2003) and the co-editor of Music and History: Bridging the Disciplines (2005). For more information, visit http://jeffreyhjackson.blogspot.com
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