A dark and moody Parisian sky threatening the Place de la Concorde and I adored the lighting so much just had to capture.
Jardins des Tuileries…
Sunny Sunday afternoons must be spent in a lovely garden and where better than the beautiful Jardins des Tuileries?
Wandering the length of the gardens, from the Louvre to Place del la Concorde, I marveled at the autumnal tones of the Plane Trees; folk casually settled on the iconic metal chairs the shade of lush green grass, reading, kissing, chattering, dozing, observing. Water fowl snatching crusts as they jostle one another against the light breeze rippling across the circular lakes. Happy snapping tourists, family clusters. Immaculately dressed twins in gorgeous tonal puffer jackets sailing miniature sail boats, lovingly coached by their Mum, the epitome of French chic dressed in skinny white jeans, tailored tan leather jacket and matching boots and sporting the most adorable plum colored YSL cross body bag that I make a mental note to seek out…wait! I digress! A beautiful day mingling with the locals. Just a few of my favourite snaps….
A black cat and a nimble rabbit…
Le Chat Noir and Lapin Agile to be precise. I’ve been exploring Montmartre and the treasures hidden in the narrow cobblestone streets around Sacré-Cœur and discovered the pair of them reside in this neighbourhood.
Since ‘Au Lapin Agile’ was a popular meeting place for questionable Montmartre characters including eccentrics, pimps, a batch of local anarchists, students from the Latin Quarter and one or two well-heeled bourgeoisie; seemed a fitting place to start.
After the obligatory jostle of tourists around the iconic Basilica Sacré-Cœur, checked out the Montmartre Museum housing Toulouse-Lautrec and a host of other famous artists’ works including the iconic Chat Noir by Théophile Steinlen, the posters now more famous than the actual night club they were promoting.
Aside from cats and rabbits, I also came across a vineyard, a floppy clock, a couple of windmills and a few more space invaders.
Salvadore Dali works
One of the two remaining windmills that once stood on this hill
It’s sister – that other famous windmill in neighboring Pigalle