Breakfast of champions.
The writing in italics is directly from my travel journal. We're traveling back in time to MONDAY...
Began the late morning outing on the metro. Rambuteau 11 to the RER B Cite Universitaire. Straight off the train and up to Parc Montsouris. The late morning was grey but not cold. Verdant slopes of green, bulbs opening everywhere, primrose, rose bushes beginning to leaf out, trees with magnolia blossoms that are poised to explode into bloom any second. More of the brilliant yellow forsythias, white, pink flowering trees dense with blooms. 100% awesomeness.
I watched a red-winged blackbird hopping around with a branch in his beak. Then a big parrot surprised me by swooping into the scene. I got his picture. He was eating buds I think! an interloper! I sat on a bench to take it all in. Spied a mass of purple crocus and wide swaths of daffodil tapestry. Ruffly and swaying in the breeze.
Stayed in the park for awhile then ventured out onto Rue Emile Deutsch de la Meurthe which borders the park. Walked up and down the little offshoot streets and alleys. Pièce de résistance was Square de Montsouris. mama mia plus a healthy dose of ooo la la. Small villas wrapped with vining branches. A veritable paradise
Promise me if you come to Paris you will come out here and explore this part of the 14th arr. You'll be the only one walking around with a map. Have a picnic in this park. Unwind. Read a book. A million ways to do nothing and be so pleased about it.
I stared into windows and up to rooftops. Looked in patios. Walked in circles. Finally stopped for a cafe creme at a sidewalk table. The sun came out. The sky was blue. I revisited the other side of the park. Sat on a bench by an idyllic lake and people watched. Utter tranquility. A Monet come to life. The sun felt so good. I wandered some more. This park is layered with loveliness. Saw ducks and old people and babies and women reading books, men jogging, lots of people sitting, someone had their laptop. I looked for a bathroom but didn't find. woe.
Now I know why everywhere in Paris serves such tiny glasses. No bathrooms! Your bladder will readjust in a few days. Or not.
Like yesterday the streets were vacant. I moved at the pace of a snail. Each house more fabulous than the next.
Finally got back on the RER B and exited at Luxembourg Gardens. More garden bliss. Got a caramel crepe from a darling man who let me film the entire sequence of deliciousness. I ate it hot while I sat. Then i DRANK the rest of the caramel from the bottom triangle of paper. finger licking good.
Statues of former French queens, stood guard behind me. i watched the other sitters. Some couples kissed while I silently cheered them on. The light rippled across the water. What a fabulous place. It's official. I am in love with Parisian parks.
Since Monday I've been exploring in the 16th arr.
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