Fall in Paris isn’t quite like fall where I’m from, so when I saw these red and yellow mums in the Luxembourg Gardens, I had to pop in.For me, fall is red, orange, yellow, and purple leaves. Pumpkins and hay bales. Apple cider and cinnamon donuts. Squash and gourds. Scarecrows and witches.
Fall in Paris is rain. Gray skies and glistening wet cement. Hesitating when the café waiter asks, “Do you want to sit inside or outside?” (I usually choose outside.) A leisurely walk in the cool night air but maybe a hot chocolate after. Some days it’s cold enough to wear a scarf, hat, and gloves, but the other night was sufficiently warm to sit outside with a friend and eat a sandwich from a Lebanese place off the Champs-Elysées. Not just any Lebanese place, but the Lebanese place where a friend took me to lunch the day I arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport over a year ago.
In the background is Luxembourg Palace, which houses the Senate.
Ducks floated on a lake of leaves.
Who knows what will bloom next?