Here in Paris, it's pretty much always la fête de something or another, sort of like in the U.S. when everyday is national you name it day. This past weekend, the city celebrated la Fête des Jardins with all kinds of festivities in municipal parks and gardens. We took advantage of the warm sunshine to check out Parc de Bercy, a spot once part of the Bois de Vincennes, but reincarnated during the mid 1990s when this part of the 12th arrondissement was redeveloped. It is modern in design as befits the landscape of the quartier but still lovely with plenty of flowers giving it their all now that summer is officially over. Park personnel were busy with demonstrations for home gardeners and flower arrangers, even offering samples of wine made from the park's small vineyard and instructions about how to make your own from grapes cultivated on an apartment balcony. (Having taken a few sips, I can honestly say that private vintners have nothing to worry about it.) Heading home, we crossed the Seine on the beautiful footbridge named for Simone de Beauvoir and counted ourselves lucky, once again, to be able to drink up Paris's pleasures at such a leisurely pace.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday in the Park
Here in Paris, it's pretty much always la fête de something or another, sort of like in the U.S. when everyday is national you name it day. This past weekend, the city celebrated la Fête des Jardins with all kinds of festivities in municipal parks and gardens. We took advantage of the warm sunshine to check out Parc de Bercy, a spot once part of the Bois de Vincennes, but reincarnated during the mid 1990s when this part of the 12th arrondissement was redeveloped. It is modern in design as befits the landscape of the quartier but still lovely with plenty of flowers giving it their all now that summer is officially over. Park personnel were busy with demonstrations for home gardeners and flower arrangers, even offering samples of wine made from the park's small vineyard and instructions about how to make your own from grapes cultivated on an apartment balcony. (Having taken a few sips, I can honestly say that private vintners have nothing to worry about it.) Heading home, we crossed the Seine on the beautiful footbridge named for Simone de Beauvoir and counted ourselves lucky, once again, to be able to drink up Paris's pleasures at such a leisurely pace.
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Did you stop in Cour St. Emilllion for a café?
No, the kids may do trying the free samples of tapenade and onion confit at Oliviers & Co. But had we been tempted, we would have been out of luck. There wasn't an empty seat in the place.
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