Yesterday, two days after I got back to Paris, I woke up at 4:30am and couldn’t go back to sleep even though I had gone to bed at a normal time. Jet lag is always tougher for me coming back to France than going to the States.
When late morning rolled around, I headed out to take advantage of the beautiful sunny day complete with cloudless blue sky. What a far cry from the Northeastern U.S., where snow still clung to the ground when I left.
While I sat at the bus stop near my apartment, a young woman stopped in front of me and snapped several photos in succession before walking away briskly. Maybe I should remember my outfit for the future (navy blue dress, oatmeal-colored sweater, Kermit green scarf, plum tights). Hopefully she was capturing me for a fashion blog and not a site called “Foreigners Who Don’t Fit In.”
At Parc Monceau, it was my turn to photograph a stranger. She was a bride in a beautiful Islamic wedding dress.Parc Monceau’s wide paths and peaceful lake make it great for strolling and sitting even when people are out in full force.I will never get over how some parks in Paris are bounded by such grand ornate gates.Park number 2 for the day was Jardin des Plantes. I was sitting on a bench when a couple sat down beside me and started making out. I refused to move because first-come, first-served, right?
It isn’t spring yet, but it sure feels like it.