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dimanche dans le jardin du luxembourg avec . . .

When Americans think of Paris, they want to look up the Eiffel Tower and stand outside the Notre Dame cathedral and wander the halls of the Louvre Museum for a glimpse possibly of the Mona Lisa painting.   I admit it.  I did it once many many years ago, too.  They are pilgrimage rituals that most feel compelled to accomplish, or else what would one say on returning home and on being asked, “Is the Eiffel Tower really as big and as wonderful as it seems in the photos?”  (Yes, it is.)

Once many years ago as well, I lived in Pacific City, Oregon in a two-story house on the beach.  From the second floor, where I spent most of my time,  I had a 180 degree view of the ocean.  I was thrilled, when I moved into it.  However, after a period of time, I stopped noticing the view.  Except for the tempests that hit the shore, it did not hold my interest any more than the wall paper in the room.

Visiting the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and the Louvre means joining hundreds of other tourists that day.  Thousands on some days during the peak tourist season.  Crowds.  All doing the same.

Where does a flâneur go in Paris to enjoy the day and maybe be a tourist and be surrounded by the French?  After all, one is visiting France.  Let’s go on a sunny Sunday to Le Jardin du Luxembourg in the heart of Paris.  It is my favorite place in Paris.  I never never tire of going there.  (Click on a photo to see more.)

The former Medici estate and now the Luxembourg Palace, where the senate meets, dominates the grounds.  (Click on a photo to see more.)

As you serpentine through the park you will encounter sculptures where ever you turn.  (Click on a photo to see more.)

The French will be exercising, playing or at rest.  (Click on a photo to see more.)

The children, of course, will be ferociously playing and then sleeping well that night.  (Click on a photo to see more.)

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