Sunset in summer in Paris was late, at 9 or 10 sometimes. On nice days, I stay out as long as possible (I think this comes from growing up in a place where the cold months outnumber the warm). However, in Paris if I aimed to be outside as long as it was light outside, it meant that I went home quite late.
It’s like that in other parts of the world too, of course, even in my own country, like in Chicago. Paris was the first time I had lived somewhere where the sun set so late, though, and so the first summer I was there, I was surprised. It was easy to lose track of time in the evening. Not for too long, though—I could always count on the guard at Luxembourg Gardens to jolt me out of my reverie with a whistle blow and a bellowed “Ferrrrrrmature!”
Luxembourg Gardens, Paris, 9:15pm
via Photo Challenge: Rise/Set
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 any case, fall here isn’t crispy leaves and pumpkin patches. Luxembourg, however, is decked out for the season.
Mums are the flower of November.
In the background is Luxembourg Palace, which houses the Senate.
Ducks floated on a lake of leaves.
Who knows what will bloom next?