The corner of the rue des
Barres, looking into the rue François-Miron.
Anybody Know Anthing About the
Skeleton(s)
in the Rue François Miron?
via eMail, from Craig Tredeau
'craig.tredeau@mail.mei.com' Dear Ric,
Paris:- Monday, 14. April 1997 The last time my
parents and I were in Paris we saw something that we have
wondered about ever since.
It was about mid-morning on a Tuesday and the date was
September 21, 1993.
We started the day visiting Notre Dame, and from there
we crossed over to the right bank by way of the pont Saint
Louis and the pont Louis Philippe. We proceeded along rue
des Barres on to the church Saint-Gervais, and from there
we walked along rue des Barres towards the rue
François-Miron.
As we approached the rue François-Miron we
noticed there was a crowd around a fenced-off area where
they were doing, what appeared to be, repairs to the road.
As we approached the fenced-off area we still didn't know
what the crowd was looking at until a man motioned to my
mom to look over the fence and into the hole that had been
dug in the rue François-Miron.
In the hole was what appeared to be three graves with
complete skeletons in each. There were people within the
fenced-off area taking pictures of the graves and carefully
digging around them. They had a small pile of bones and an
old pair of glasses off to the side that we figured were
from the graves.
Since we didn't speak French we couldn't ask anyone
about the graves. For the next couple of days we watched
the local papers, but did not see anything about the
graves. Up till now we still do not know the story behind
those graves. Do you know anything about this, or could you
find out so we can end this mystery? Craig
Letter above and photo of the hole, below: Craig
Tredeau©1997
A Job for Cops or Archaeologists?
Dear Craig,
Paris:- Thursday, 17. April 1997:- Yesterday I
went to the rue François-Miron and up the short
flight of steps to where the rue des Barres comes out from
behind the Saint Gervais church.
Before I did this, on the rue de Rivoli at the corner of
the place Baudoyer, I noticed a sign for an underground
parking - called 'Parking Baudoyer' - which is located
somewhere under the building facing the place, which is the
Mairie of the fourth arrondissement. This Hôtel de
Ville, for the Marais, takes up the whole small block.
There is a local police station at the corner of the
place and the rue François-Miron, and I asked the
lady cops there about your 'hole' with the skeletons. They
never heard of it and suggested I enquire at the
commissariat on the rue de Rivoli.
I went there and after finding out how to get in - by
pushing the door - I went into the reception area. There
were three inspectors, one lady and two men, both smoking.
I reminded one of the men that smoking was not permitted
and one said, "Not for you; for us it's okay." Both of the
male inspectors were safely behind their antique
typewriters.
The inspector was very skeptical about my story about
your letter, about the photo you sent which clearly shows
an official plaque with the year and 'Place Baudoyer' on
it. When I told him the date when you saw the hole, he
asked, "Why has he waited so long to come forward?" He was
annoyed that there was no possibility of fresher
corpses.
At last he agreed to see if their records have any
references to the date in 1993, and he left the room. There
were two other civilians waiting for something, and one of
them started to light a cigarette. The lady inspector
shouted, "No smoking in here! I can't stand it."
The inspector came back, still smoking, with a slip of
paper. He said 'a' file, number 6381/J/93, had been
transferred to the 'greffe' - court clerk - of the first
section 'parquet' - the prosecuter's office - at the
the main copshop on the Ile de la Cité.
According to the inspector's note, the file transfer had
taken place on 22/09/97 and the commissariat no longer had
anything on it. He wasn't sure the transferred file had
anything to do with the corpses found in the hole and he
suggested that I call the greffe of the first
section. The writing on the plaque says, 'Place
Baudoyer, 1993.'
Today, I do this. I end up telling the whole story to a
lady assistant prosecutor - a 'magistrat' - who also wants
to know why you've taken so long to enquire. The attempt to
explain how the Internet makes this sort of query possible,
and that I have an anxious reader - not in France! - to
satisfy, just did not go over.
Finally, exasperated, the lady prosecutor says, "Why
call me? I'm in 'stupéfiants' and
'proxénetisme' - narcotics and procurers - and
besides, this is a really old case! I have a lot of real
cases here!"
It is not a good idea to bore a boiling lady prosecutor,
so this is the end of my legwork part of this informal
investigation.
My conclusion: the plaque in the photo fixes the
location and the year, 1993. The estimated depth of the
skeleton in the photo, is somewhere between one metre and
two. The 'Parking Baudoyer' is fairly new I think, and
besides, the electric and the gas people are digging up
streets all the time.
The underground of Paris is very much like a Swiss
cheese with very many holes in it. Mines for lime for
plaster are all over - in some places the chalk is 400
metres thick; and there are underground rivers, the
métro, the RER and the catacombs, plus the sewers.
The Resistance put in a lot of tunnels too. Finally, people
have been living in Paris a very long time.
The rue François-Miron was a major Roman road to
Chelles and Sens. In exactly this area, the remains of a
Gallo-Roman cemetary have been found, dating to between 138
and 352 AD.
Around the sixth century, a Christian cemetary was laid
on top of the old. The Saint-Gervais church had its own
cemetary, from the 13th century, along its northern flank -
the rue François-Miron. It was closed in 1765, and
most of its remains were transferred elsewhere, although
bones from it were still being found in the following
century. The rue des Barres was first mentioned by this
name in 1152.
None of which answers the question about the bones in
your photo - but I hope what I have here will give you some
ideas of the possibilities. Regards, Ric
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