9 Septembre
Parc Monceau is magnificent. I enter the park through an ornate gate sparkling in gold, through a shady tree-lined promenade, and into the open area of the parc. It's entertaining to watch the children play during lunch, reminds me a bit of my youthful days spent in the woods and running around aimlessly and carefree. I enjoy my pastrami sandwich a bit more after the long morning walk through the city, taking in the Trocadero, the Bois, and area around the Arc de Triomphe.
Several boys play soccer with a bottle cap. The warm, early September sun bathes the parkgoers. The woman next to me, content with the trace of a smile, closes her eyes and rests her head to the side. Children run and sing.
Billowy, soft white clouds fill the sky.
I meander through the city to the Basilica Sacre Coeur.
Parc Monceau is magnificent. I enter the park through an ornate gate sparkling in gold, through a shady tree-lined promenade, and into the open area of the parc. It's entertaining to watch the children play during lunch, reminds me a bit of my youthful days spent in the woods and running around aimlessly and carefree. I enjoy my pastrami sandwich a bit more after the long morning walk through the city, taking in the Trocadero, the Bois, and area around the Arc de Triomphe.
Several boys play soccer with a bottle cap. The warm, early September sun bathes the parkgoers. The woman next to me, content with the trace of a smile, closes her eyes and rests her head to the side. Children run and sing.
Billowy, soft white clouds fill the sky.
I meander through the city to the Basilica Sacre Coeur.
Supposedly at sundown, people gather to relax, socialize, and play music. Mid-afternoon activities are similar and perhaps just as contemplative. The southern cityscape is breathtaking.
For quite a while, a blond haired boy peers over the edge.
For quite a while, a blond haired boy peers over the edge.
That second photo is fantastic.