Les Halles and The Little Shards of Paris

Les Halles in Paris, knocked down in the torpor of summer 41 years ago, was the foodies paradise of the time but how many know of Napoleon’s role in the design of the lost pavilions? 

Forum Les Halles de Paris as it is today following the much lamented destruction of the Baltard pavilions (Credit: Wikipedia)

Philippa Campsie and Norman Ball made some surprising discoveries when they visited an exhibition now on in the French capital.

Republished from here by kind permission of the writers who are joint publishers of the Parisian Fields blog.

Baltard’s Children

It is common among Parisians and lovers of Paris to bewail the loss of the nineteenth-century market buildings at Les Halles. Those pavilions of iron, wood and glass designed by Victor Baltard stood in the heart of the city from 1857 to 1973, when they were demolished in a fit of modernizing frenzy after the market itself had moved to suburban Rungis.


The story behind the pavilions contains a few surprises, as Norman and I found out at an exhibit at the Musée d’Orsay called Victor Baltard: Le fer et le pinceau (Victor Baltard: Iron and paintbrush).

For one thing, the iron-and-glass pavilions were not the original plan for the markets. Baltard had designed something rather more traditional, capped by an iron roof but with stone walls. Construction was nearly complete on one of these buildings when in 1853 the Emperor Napoleon III decided to do a site visit. Apparently the Emperor was Not Pleased and work was halted. This was the building in question, photographed by Charles Marville.


One can just imagine Napoleon striding about the site, and Baltard anxiously following, watching as the Emperor’s frown deepens and darkens. Finally, the Emperor speaks. “This won’t do at all. You’ll have to take it down.” Or words to that effect.Not the sort of thing an architect wants to hear.

What did the Emperor want? According to Baron Haussmann, who worked closely with Napoleon III and was sensitive to his tastes, he wanted something more along the lines of the huge open trainshed at the Gare de l’Est, which had been completed a few years earlier. Haussmann quoted the Emperor as saying, “Ce sont de vastes parapluies qu’il me faut; rien de plus!” (It’s vast umbrellas that I want; nothing more!”)

Baltard’s competitors probably rubbed their hands in glee, hoping that they might have another crack at the plum assignment (Baltard was not the most popular choice for the job; to that point his résumé consisted mostly of church restorations). But after 10 days of furious rethinking, Baltard and his associate Félix Callet came back with three alternative designs, and the Emperor gave the nod to something that more closely resembled the vast umbrellas he had in mind.

The Emperor was right. The stone building that was demolished had narrow entries at the corners that would have become bottlenecks very quickly. Vast umbrellas of iron and glass would allow for much better circulation. Markets are all about circulation.


It was a fresh design, but not radical or unprecedented. The Crystal Palace at the Great Exhibition of 1851 in London had shown what was possible with iron and glass. Closer to home, the Bibliothèque Ste-Geneviève, designed by Henri Labrouste, had further demonstrated how slender iron columns could create a space with a high ceiling and plenty of room at floor level.

Baltard just needed a push to come up with the design that now seems inevitable. But once pushed, he made the most of his ideas. One could say that Baltard wrote the book on the design of market buildings, and it would not be a metaphor. He gathered his experiences into a practical guide called Monographie des halles centrales de Paris, filled with illustrations and construction details so that others could follow his lead. And one by one, new market buildings arose around the country, indeed, all around Europe, with slender iron pillars and wood-and-glass canopies. All you had to do was follow Baltard’s careful instructions, add a few tweaks and local adjustments, and voilà.

Norman and I saw one of Baltard’s children in Sens. We had gone to visit some friends who lived nearby and on a sunny Saturday morning, we wandered into the market building in the middle of town. It was an odd six-sided shape, but it was clearly in the Baltard tradition. This is a view up into the roof.


So even though the original pavilions were demolished in 1973 (the authorities carried out the dirty deed in the summer, when many Parisians were on holiday and not on hand to protest), Baltard’s children live on in hundreds of other cities and towns.

As for Paris itself, I see Baltard’s children in the iron and glass canopies over the entrances to many Paris buildings. Known as marquises (think “marquees”), these architectural umbrellas evoke Baltard for me. He didn’t invent them, of course (the connection exists solely in my imagination), but each one seems to pay a little homage to Les Halles.

Ostensibly they are there to provide shelter, but many are too small or too high to offer much protection against the rain. They are simply architectural accessories in iron and glass, the two materials that were so fashionable in the nineteenth century.

In Baltard’s day, when Haussmann was still controlling the look of Paris streets, marquises were not permitted on the exterior façades of buildings. There were found only in interior courtyards. You can still see them framing the courtyard entrances to grand buildings such as those on the rue du Faubourg St-Honoré (can you spot the marquise in this picture?).


But as the architectural controls weakened during the late nineteenth century and buildings became more flamboyant, the marquises began to venture out of courtyards and take their places on the boulevards and avenues.

There is a tiny one on the Grand Hotel des Balcons, the hotel where Norman and I stayed on our first trip to Paris together, near the Place d’Orléans. Many happy memories and associations there.


There is another on a little hotel close to the apartment where we stay these days.


Indeed, marquises seem to be de rigueur for hotels, large and small. And hotels, like markets, are all about circulation.


Many theatres have them.


But some decorate otherwise anonymous doorways.


This parasol-like version in blue is on a grand and wildly decorated building on the Avenue Marceau. This may be the entrance to the concierge’s loge.


I notice marquises wherever I go in Paris, and I’ve collected quite a few photographs of them.


I think of them as little shards of Les Halles that have scattered throughout the city to remind us of the lost mother ship.


Text and original photographs by Philippa Campsie and Norman Ball. Historical photographs from Paris en images.

Reprinted by kind permission of Parisian Fields blog and its joint authors Philippa Campsie and Norman Ball.

Philippa Campsie as she notes on the Parisian Fields blog: “studied in Paris as a university student, and has never quite got Paris out of her system ever since.” Philippa, a Toronto writer co-authors Parisian Fields blog with Norman Ball, a retired university professor trained as an historian of technology, design and engineering, who can’t stop taking pictures of Paris graffiti and interesting cars.

Philippa has also written two walking guides to Paris:

– Audrey Hepburn in Paris. “The Audrey Hepburn walking tour through central Paris links the locations of some of her best-known films…”


-Shopping with Jackie in Paris

“The Shopping with Jackie Kennedy walk focuses on the places she knew back when she spent her year abroad in Paris…”

Both can be downloaded from the web and cost just $1.98 each.

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6 Responses to Les Halles and The Little Shards of Paris

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  3. lily wilson November 23, 2013 at 2:58 pm

    Parisians did lament the destruction of Les Halles. My mother, before they moved the market to Rungis, used to bring us back some precious exotic food. That is how I got to taste my first avocadoes and fresh lychees. For years after that she talked about Les Halles with sadness in her voice.

    • admin November 23, 2013 at 3:13 pm

      Thanks for the anecdote Lily. The Les Halles of the photos in Philippa and Norman’s piece certainly show a Paris of what is, for some, a much lamented epoch. But then that is true of so many other “improvements”. Even Haussman was loudly attacked at the time, for the swathes of old Paris he destroyed in developing the Grands Boulevards.

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