On this beautiful Sunday, I headed over to my favourite park in Paris: the lovely Parc Monceau, full of grace and situated at the top end of the 8th arrondissement bordering the 17th arrondissement. As I came up from the Monceau metro station, I found myself at a sidewalk antique market, running the entire length of the park:
I learned a new word today: palissandre, which means rosewood as in the backs of these chairs:
Imagine someone sitting in this chair in a 19th-century Parisian salon:
Here’s one of the entrance gates into the Monceau Park; this is the gate I walked through every day for three years to go to work. From Monday to Friday I was in this park, never tiring of its beauty and changing seasons. I miss going there.
It’s a relatively small, enclosed park. What I especially like about it is that despite its age (it was created in 1779 and then remade in 1861) it’s a modern, living park, used and enjoyed by all ages.There’s even an Asian art museum that I visited once during my lunch hour:Here’s the east gate that takes you onto the wide boulevard des Malesherbes:Sunday lunch on the terrace of a café on the boulevard des Malesherbes: