The Bataclan theatre, where the worst of the Paris attacks
was staged, is a nineteenth-century music hall embedded in a block facing
Boulevard Voltaire in a dense, culturally-mixed neighborhood. It couldn’t be more classically Parisian in
design or in use. Most of the façade is
inhabited by Café Ba’ta,clan that offers patrons a sidewalk salon of wicker
chairs and tables on the boulevard. The
theatre entry is modest, facing the street so the queue forms outside.
Why did ISIS choose that place, a low-rent music hall, among
all the gilded theatres of Paris? Some
speculate that the owner’s support for Israel brought down the wrath of
murderers. http://historybuff.com/paris-terror-attacks-killers-target-bataclan-theatre/. Maybe.
Was it American heavy metal? Or
Parisian nightlife? Perhaps.
I’m struck by the cruel irony that the architectural
openness of the Bataclan made it vulnerable, while the same openness is our
best defense against intolerance. The
Bataclan (meaning the whole caboodle) embraces the city and makes the boulevard
into a public space – not just a street.
Its café turns outward to welcome all those who drink and chat. The theatre has two entrances that flank the
café, but only one is used. They lead up
to a foyer that looks back over the street with tall French doors and a long
balcony where concert-goers might perch at intermission, or go for air when the
music gets too thick. The façade is
bright and decorative. Originally it had
a Chinese kick to the roof, just to make it exotic, and three circular windows
at the top. The historybuff
has an early picture showing the chinoiserie inside and out. The Bataclan embodies the best French tradition
of urban architecture, with joy,
urbanity and good humor.
Perhaps that also offends those who would control us.
A good night at the Ba'ta,clan Café |