Sunday, November 7, 2010
Sitting here listening to the teeming rain falling outside, I'm grateful to have recently had a lovely day at the Parc de Bercy, which I hadn't even been aware of until then. We had hopped on a bus to the 12th arrondissement to take a look at what had been done with the old wine warehouses at Bercy, which we found rather boring for sightseeing purposes. The spectacular find was the park.
Large and varied, it contained sculpture, ponds,
ducks and Eiffel towers constructed of twigs,
canals and lawns,
autumn colors running riot, and a few, very few, people taking advantage of it.
There was even a vineyard.
And by sheer coincidence, we were there on November 4, the 15th anniversary of the assassination of Yitzhak Rabin, for whom a part of the park is named.