Find the entrance

Entree_LyonAfter my post about getting lost, I thought I’d share another little challenge of finding one’s way in France.

There is a little game we play in this country. I call it, ‘Find the entrance’.

I discovered this when I arrived in Paris in the 1980s during the midst of a terrorist wave. The main entrances to many public buildings were barricaded by police, with access strictly controlled through a side door. The Alliance Française was one of these high-profile buildings, a hotbed of foreign nationals plotting to conjugate French verbs. I learned to never assume the front door was the entrance, and to always carry proof of identity.

When we moved to Lyon some years later, the plot thickened. Lyon is known as a secretive city and filled with many very old and winding streets including the famous ‘traboules‘. How well I remember going for my first prenatal appointment at Hôtel Dieu in Lyon. (The hospital has since closed and is undergoing renovations to be rebirthed as a luxury hotel and shopping complex). It felt oddly reassuring to be giving birth in such a historic place, always assuming that the medical inner workings were a bit more modern than the exterior.

Hotel DieuThe magnificent Baroque façade of this 17th century building on the Rhône river took up several city blocks. I walked the entire length of it without finding the entrance. Twice. There was a driveway labelled ‘Urgences’ but that seemed to be reserved for ambulances (although later, when my daughter was born, we used that entrance to access the maternity department). There were several large and looming doorways with rounded arches that were closed and without handles. Finally, on my third approach, I noticed a discreet sign saying ‘Entrées hôpital de jour’ (which I later learned means ‘outpatients’).

My little game continues to this day, though we live in a more remote corner of the country.

Mairie DouvaineImagine you have an appointment at la Mairie to get your passport renewed. You know where the city hall is, of course, as it’s usually one of the more obvious buildings in town. Often it has a large clock tower and looks rather like a church, with a sweep of steps and a stately set of wooden doors. Do not be fooled into thinking you should try to open them.

All those gorgeous doorways you see in photos of France? They are not the entrance. Nine times out of ten those doors are locked and only opened on state occasions or emergencies. The real entrance for le public is usually around the block or on the side, through a set of ugly modern doors that slide open, sometimes even with an elevator or a ramp for handicapped access. Practical, if something of a letdown in aesthetic terms.

Even when you find the door, you may not be able to get in. You may need a code, or an appointment, or be outside the official public opening hours from 13:45 to 16:15 (that’s 1:45 to 4:15 pm for North Americans). I exaggerate, if only slightly.

Finding the entrance in France is so much more than getting yourself to the right door. I’m still trying to figure it out.

Sometimes the exit can also be challenging. You have gone through so many sets of doors, corridors and stairways to reach your destination that you may have a hard time remembering the way out. I still get the giggles when I remember my husband, having just blown his stack in a public building following an interminable wait, turned on his heel to leave in a huff. Only he found himself standing in front of two glass doors that were locked. Sortie à gauche, we saw too late. Dignity intact, if slightly bruised, we exited stage right.

Oddly enough, it dawns on me that our new house, the one we had built here in France two years ago, has the front door in the back. Maybe I’ve been here too long…

What about you? Ever have trouble figuring out where the entrance is?


  1. cheergerm · December 11, 2014

    That’s really funny, all those wonderful looking doors yet you can’t go through them. Having been in France just the once, I never really clocked it. Well, if nothing else, they look darned good!

    • MELewis · December 11, 2014

      That is true! They do have great respect for the architectural integrity of their buildings in France. Which is probably why they prefer to leave the beautiful doors intact even if unused.

  2. davidprosser · December 11, 2014

    What a nightmare for the directionally challenged.
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

    • MELewis · December 11, 2014

      Of which I am undeniably one…. Cheers, David! Bises xx

  3. George Lewis · December 11, 2014

    Very funny

    • MELewis · December 12, 2014

      Yes, I was about to post this when a delivery guy and then the plumber came looking for the door… xx

  4. Osyth · December 11, 2014

    SO TRUE!!!! Even down here in hicksville 🙂

    • MELewis · December 12, 2014

      Ha, ha, they have doors there?

      • Osyth · December 12, 2014

        Not always a roof, but always a door 😉

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  6. Kiki · May 31, 2018

    I know I know…. It is absolutely so! I make this ‘non discovery’ literally every single time I try to find an entry in ANY official building in France at all. Literally every single one! I have been known to walk a marathon trying to find THE entry to museums, (plenty of them), churches, mairies, concert halls, embassies, sometimes even restaurants! As someone extremely ‘geographically challenged’ it usually is simply a miracle if I make it at all. I’ve learned never to make a rendez-vous ‘at the entry’ because I know I don’t find it! Paris is especially hard work in this respect.
    But they are all wonderful, intruiging and sometimes great fun – once you’ve found the side door for us, the commoners….

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