The flower shops spill into the streets with their array of pastel colored flowers. The tulips waved as if to say Spring is in the air, put a hop and a skip into the day!
Paris is beautiful anytime of the year, but spring time is the jewel in the crown. The burst of color from the coats coming off, children filling the parks, flowers gracing sidewalks and window sills...
Those of us walking by felt the celebration of color, new life, lightness of being. It felt like a mega dose of sunshine against the grey facades that I love so much.
A galore of people gathered at Luxembourg Garden. Why not. The sun was shining. Of course we spent a good amount of time by the fountain watching the children with the sail boats (Three Euros for thirty minutes.) It is one of French Husband's favorite places. French Husband's memories are stirred to the point where he becomes a boy again, giggling under his breath with desire to rent a sail boat.
Sacha was his reality check, "Papa, si vous plait..."
Those two men, French Husband and Sacha.
Talking and talking, walking and walking, laughing and laughing, loving and loving.
Makes me warm inside.
Dusty shoes means you are a Parisian. At least that what French Husband has told me these last twenty five years. I think he says that to make me feel "in" or something chic when we are walking about with dusty shoes.
Kisses on a grave: Catholics light candles, Jewish add a stone, on the grave of Simone and Jean Paul there are candles, stones, kisses and metro tickets.
The Luxembourg Garden is a fifteen minute walk from our apartment. We cheat and cross through the Montparnasse Cemetery to get there.
The two embraced, neither with clothes.
Spring in Paris.
Surrounded by golden light.
Trees begin to cover up with leaves.
I was amused by the late bloomer, or maybe the tree stood faithfully undressed by the statue?
A lovely stop before arriving is for an ice cream at:
5 rue Brea, 75006.
My favorite is the coconut milk chocolate ice cream bar.
Aren't these lovely!!!
I wanted to scoop them up and walk around carrying them.
The flower shop that I adore is nearby as well:
A must see is the carousal in the Luxembourg Garden.
I should post a photo of Chelsea on this when she was two and a half and I was nine months pregnant.
"...Carousels were born from tragedy: A jousting accident killed King Henri II, Catherine de Medici’s husband, in 1559, driving knights to practise a safer alternative to these tournaments, such as spearing suspended rings with their lances. For the birth of the Dauphin, Louis XVI held a carrousel festival in 1662 in front of the Tuileries. In true Sun King fashion, it was all pomp and fanfare: 15,000 guests watched knights in their horses participate in jeu de bagues competitions. The celebration which took three months to organise lasted only three days, but the Sun King did himself proud, because the memory of this grandiose fete still lives on: the location where it was held is known today as Place du Carrousel." Via Untapped