Who says it doesn't pay to complain? I've been complaining virtually ceaselessly (I know you're sick of it, but quit complaining!) about the grim gray spring and summer we've had. The weather gods have taken notice, and except for an occasional shower or two we've finally gotten some sun the last few days.
Bagatelle is actually outside of Paris in the upscale suburb of Neuilly. Being Sunday, it wasn't easy to map a route on which all the buses were running, but with the metro and some long walks we made it out there.
And so did lots of others. We waited about 10 minutes in line just to pay to enter, but it was worth it for the gorgeous garden, filled with hundreds of different roses, the blue skies, the green, green lawns which (heavens! it's really not Paris!) were open to picnickers.
We spent a couple of hours wandering the paths choosing the roses we'd plant in our garden, if we had a garden with roses.
And when we got back to the bus stop I noticed this embedded in the sidewalk, just in case nature isn't enough for you.
No comments:
Post a Comment