My own town
BY HERVÉ DENYONS
|Conversely to the Roman Nimes or the Baroque Montpellier, Perpignan doesn’t reveal itself at first sight. «It’s a town that already seems to defend itself behind its city walls…that don’t exist anymore, notices Jean-Paul Alduy. And, even if its city centre is small, you easily lose your bearings». It’s better visiting it by foot. At least, for instance until «rue Paratilla», one of the most famous streets. The smell of spices, gambas, fruits, vegetables, butcher’s products, this narrow street has the air of a souk. «A concentrated Mediterranean style with its characters as the old hawker who sells violets and figs in season. She has never obtained her trading licence but it’s an institution and me even, I sometimes buy something from her stand.||bell tower. A traditional architectural form here, but few people know it’s the unique cathedral in France that has got this type of bell tower». The monument prides itself on another special feature. It’s situated near a cloister-cemetery, equally unique for this part of Pyrenees, the famous Campo Santo and its wonderful gothic porticos. It’s one of the many expressions of the strong religious impregnation of the town from the origins. «Perpignan welcomed all the Christian orders, thanks to its border position, without forgetting the other religions».|
Souk. Rue Paratilla and its traditional trades.
Unique. The bell tower of the Saint-Jean-Baptiste cathedral made of wrought iron.
|Bell tower spirit«When I think of Perpignan, first my thoughts are directed to the Saint-Jean-Baptiste cathedral’s wrought iron||The centre of the world |
Declared as the centre of the world by Dali, Perpignan acquired an unexpected notoriety. But, the painter appreciated only the hall of the station that he represented in some of his paintings.
|we won’t mislay him. The best way, is to become new champions next year».|