France: art in the industrial wasteland
Jun 15, 2009 6:17:57 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2009 6:17:57 GMT
Let's face it -- Roubaix is one of the ugliest and dreariest cities in France. In its heyday, it was the textile center of France but as we know, that has all moved on to other continents.
Unlike a city like Detroit, however, Roubaix has not emptied out. Its original residents have moved on and left the city to poorer classes, including a very large percentage of immigrants. Still, the population has declined from a high of 124,661 in 1896 to its current population of 97,952.
Nevertheless, it has a rich cultural life, and La Piscine, the permanent municipal museum created from a former bath house, is excellent (I'll dig out the photos soon). However, on this visit to Roubaix I was going to see something else as part of the Europe XXL exhibits. First I had to find the place.
I took the Lille metro (which runs all the way to the Belgian border) to Roubaix and exited at the strangely named Eurotéléport station.
This place does not actually allow you to beam yourself instantly to any other part of Europe. It appears to be a major transportation hub, with bus and tramway lines leaving from there.
It is in a renovated part of town, but since it was Sunday, the whole place was locked down. The crumbling center of the city was saved by factory outlet malls, which renovated and moved in -- but when the shops are closed, you are not even allowed to walk on the streets -- the gates were closed.
One of the old giant textile factories was nearby. It has clearly been converted to some other use, but I am not sure what.
Large areas of the old row houses have been demolished and replaced with low income housing, which certainly look better than what was removed, even though I wouldn't want to live there.
Some newer eating establishments serve the local population.
I had to keep walking to get to an older part of town.
I was looking for something called La Condition Publique, whatever that was.
I looked it up, and it used to be a factory for the "conditioning" of wool. It was built in 1902.
There was a slight improvement in some of the houses as I approached, a hint of the arrival of "bobos."
I did notice an abandoned former high school waiting to be converted to something.
Anyway, I finally arrived at the building that I was looking for.
(to be continued)
Unlike a city like Detroit, however, Roubaix has not emptied out. Its original residents have moved on and left the city to poorer classes, including a very large percentage of immigrants. Still, the population has declined from a high of 124,661 in 1896 to its current population of 97,952.
Nevertheless, it has a rich cultural life, and La Piscine, the permanent municipal museum created from a former bath house, is excellent (I'll dig out the photos soon). However, on this visit to Roubaix I was going to see something else as part of the Europe XXL exhibits. First I had to find the place.
I took the Lille metro (which runs all the way to the Belgian border) to Roubaix and exited at the strangely named Eurotéléport station.
This place does not actually allow you to beam yourself instantly to any other part of Europe. It appears to be a major transportation hub, with bus and tramway lines leaving from there.
It is in a renovated part of town, but since it was Sunday, the whole place was locked down. The crumbling center of the city was saved by factory outlet malls, which renovated and moved in -- but when the shops are closed, you are not even allowed to walk on the streets -- the gates were closed.
One of the old giant textile factories was nearby. It has clearly been converted to some other use, but I am not sure what.
Large areas of the old row houses have been demolished and replaced with low income housing, which certainly look better than what was removed, even though I wouldn't want to live there.
Some newer eating establishments serve the local population.
I had to keep walking to get to an older part of town.
I was looking for something called La Condition Publique, whatever that was.
I looked it up, and it used to be a factory for the "conditioning" of wool. It was built in 1902.
There was a slight improvement in some of the houses as I approached, a hint of the arrival of "bobos."
I did notice an abandoned former high school waiting to be converted to something.
Anyway, I finally arrived at the building that I was looking for.
(to be continued)