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particular was at the crossroads of some of the most important experiments
in urban renovation and design in the capital. No other area in Paris exhib-
ited so well the collision between official narratives and counternarratives,
between aesthetics and social relations. Its renovation was the product of a
messy, contentious public debate. And perhaps no other area so vividly dis-
played the weight of humanist urban theory and practice at midcentury, its
ironies, and its eventual transformation from populist to tourist allegory.
The Marais bore an impeccable heritage as one of the oldest and most
illustrious districts of Paris. Besides the two churches of Saint-Paul and Saint-
Gervais, a covey of aristocratic townhouses dating from the sixteenth to the
eighteenth century, including the once elegant Hôtel de Sens, graced its
sinuous streets. Yet the Marais was a palimpsest, a place that reflected many
histories. Besides its Renaissance heritage, the district had a long and distin-
guished working-class history. Sandwiched between the old place de Grève
and the working-class neighborhoods in the 3rd and 12th arrondissements,
the Marais was an overtly populist world. It was a nearly perfect representa-
tion of the poetic humanist sensibility: a distinct quartier, a pays de Paris. A
lavish quotidian theater took place in its streets, markets, and public spaces.
Well into the 1950s the Marais constituted a buzzing industrial and trading
complex. Thousands of the city’s workers descended onto the rue Pavé, the
rue Malher, the rue de Sévigné, the sidewalks of the rue Saint-Antoine, and
the rue des Francs-Bourgeois to take up their posts at pharmaceutical com-
panies, the textile and ready-to-wear garment trades, and the manufactories
of articles de Paris: jewelry and art objects, toys and costumes, fancy goods,
aperitifs, and food delicacies. The Communist Party’s first headquarters was
located there, on the rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie. Lively, politically
tinged cafés and dance halls and long-established trade-union offices lined
the streets. In Léo Malet’s Fièvre au Marais (1955), Nestor Burma follows a
suspect on foot through the Marais and visits a foundry, of which there are
“a baker’s dozen” in the neighborhood:
The atelier was situated at the back of the courtyard. Even from the
passageway, a strong odor of copper metal stuck in your throat. From
the open door, you could see massive silhouettes working over a blazing
forge, violently luminous, streaked with violet and dark red flashes. The
crackling was wild.
One of three workers raised his head as we went in, then, pointing