La Fayette
La Fayette is one of only six people to have been made honorary US citizens, being so-named by US President George W. Bush in 2002.
There is a statue of Washington with Lafayette at the Place des Etats-Unis, which is completely appropriate, as the two were lifelong friends.
There is also a statue of La Fayette on the right bank between the Pont des Invalides and Pont Alexandre III (it seems it used to be at the Louvre but was moved when they made the "Pyramid").
The inscriptions on the base say:
BY THE
SCHOOL CHILDREN
OF THE
UNITED STATES
IN
GRATEFUL MEMORY
OF LA FAYETTE
STATESMAN
SOLDIER
PATRIOT
and
OF THE DAUGHTERS OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION
TO THE ILLUSTRIOUS MEMORY OF LA FAYETTE
THE FRIEND OF AMERICA
THE FELLOW SOLDIER OF WASHINGTON
THE PATRIOT OF TWO COUNTRIES
Rue La Fayette seems to have cannibalized a number of other streets over the years to become the large throughway it is today (according to Hillairet). It started as the old rue Charles X, being renamed in 1830 (which was four years before La Fayette's death).
Lafayette lived his later years at 8, rue d'Anjou and ultimately died there.
James Fenimore Cooper, who lived in Paris for years and was familiar with Lafayette, described the apartments on Rue d'Anjou like this in his A Residence in France:
On quitting the Hôtel de l'Etat Major, after being dismissed so
unceremoniously from the command of the National Guard, Lafayette
returned to his own neat but simple lodgings in the Rue d'Anjou. The
hotel, itself, is one of some pretensions, but his apartments,
though quite sufficient for a single person, are not among the best
it contains, lying on the street, which is rarely or never the case
with the principal rooms. The passage to them communicates with the
great staircase, and the door is one of those simple, retired
entrances that, in Paris, so frequently open on the abodes of some
of the most illustrious men of the age. Here have I seen princes,
marshals, and dignitaries of all degrees, ringing for admission, no
one appearing to think of aught but the great man within. These
things are permitted here, where the mind gets accustomed to weigh
in the balance all the different claims to distinction; but it would
scarcely do in a country, in which the pursuit of money is the sole
and engrossing concern of life; a show of expenditure becoming
necessary to maintain it.
The apartments of Lafayette consist of a large ante-chamber, two
salons, and an inner room, where he usually sits and writes, and in
which, of late, he has had his bed. These rooms are en suite, and
communicate, laterally, with one or two more, and the offices. His
sole attendants in town, are the German valet, named Bastien, who
accompanied him in his last visit to America, the footman who
attends him with the carriage, and the coachman (there may be a
cook, but I never saw a female in the apartments). Neither wears a
livery, although all his appointments, carriages, horses, and
furniture, are those of a gentleman. One thing has struck me as a
little singular. Notwithstanding his strong attachment to America
and to her usages, Lafayette, while the practice is getting to be
common in Paris, has not adopted the use of carpets. I do not
remember to have seen one, at La Grange, or in town.
When I show myself at the door, Bastien, who usually acts as porter,
and who has become quite a diplomatist in these matters, makes a
sign of assent, and intimates that the General is at dinner. Of
late, he commonly dispenses with the ceremony of letting it be known
who has come, but I am at once ushered into the bed-room. Here I
find Lafayette seated at a table, just large enough to contain one
cover and a single dish; or a table, in other words, so small as to
be covered with a napkin. His little white lap-dog is his only
companion. As it is always understood that I have dined, no ceremony
is used, but I take a seat at the chimney corner, while he goes on
with his dinner. His meals are quite frugal, though good; a poulet
rôti invariably making one dish. There are two or three removes, a
dish at a time, and the dinner usually concludes with some preserves
or dried fruits, especially dates, of which he is extremely fond. I
generally come in for one or two of the latter.
Lafayette is buried in the Picpus cemetry in Paris.
The Carnevalet museum has a lot of interesting Paris stuff. Below is a picture of Lafayette with his son, George Washington La Fayette:
The caption at the museum says, roughly:
French school, of of 18th century
The Pledge of La Fayette at the Federation celebration, July 14, 1790
Statue of Lafayette on the exterior of the Louvre.
Inscription on the former Hotel Noailles marking Lafayette's wedding