It was Sunday, a bit chilly and overcast in Paris. Not a bad day for a walkabout. Our neighborhood bakery was closed, so we had to settle for a breakfast baguette from a grocery store, with the usual butter and jam. We packed a few picnic items and were off, walking first along the Seine several miles to the Eiffel Tower.
Zigzagging through neighborhoods, we found Luxembourg Garden, 60 acres filled with virtually everything a park should have. It oozed relaxation and many parts of the park looked like an impressionist painting brought to life. Lots of people about, children playing in the huge playground, men playing bocce ball, teenagers being kids, and people of all ages sitting as time passed.
The garden was quintessentially French, a place where life seems unhurried.
Thank you for your wonderful blog. You must be at the end of your Paris time now. You’ve certainly done a lot, not that we would expect otherwise. Here in Ashland, people are staking out their territory for the 4th of July parade. One of my favorite ex-students, coincidentally, a guy from Madera, arrives in town today, so that should be fun.