The Three Bs

My lunch break today included three distinctively parisian things...

Evidentlly, they are the bag, the baguette and... well...





the Buttes Chaumont (le Parc des Buttes chaumont). Who'd imagine that the most beautiful english garden would be on the other side of the channel?

Lake with temple of the sybille

A pearl from the second french empire, this fantasy playground of Napoleon III includes grottos, cascades, hidden paths, a lake and a tempietto set on a dramatic, but carefully sculpted landscape.

All the parks of Paris are popular among joggers and baby strollers, but none are as popular among lovers as le Parc des buttes Chaumont. Much of its popularity is tributed to its more or less hidden corners where couples are easily concealed from the world, but also the spectacular view of Paris from the heights of the artificial peak where the temple of the sybille is situated.

Temple of the Sybille

This day, the wather started out, and ended, with light rain, but I was lucky enough to enjoy my baguette under the sun inbetween the showers.

And allthough I must say this parc must be one of my favourites, it gets monotonous in the end. No matter how naturally random it was made to be, the artificial rocks, the never ending, but meticulously measured accordingly to one another, beautifully rustic landmarks, it's really not much closer to a real forest than the baroque gardens of the Tuileries. Luckily, Paris has greenry, parks and forests to accomodate every whim and taste...