I’m settled in from Esteban’s and my almost-three-week-long vacation — and finally I’m catching up on my backlog of blog-reading.
Among the many wonderful posts was Sóla’s ode to her love affair with flowers. “I’d love to hear about your favourites,” she wrote at the end of her post. My mind immediately went back a few days earlier, to Paris.
This ancient well is in the Square Viviani, behind the church of St. Julien le Pauvre.
It was a whirlwind tour of my favorite city, during which time and light were both in short supply. (Don’t despair. I did get a few good shots, in spite of the somber skies.)
But on one glorious morning the sun shone so brightly that it literally ripped me out of bed. Yes, literally!
We were lodging just blocks from the Jardin des Plantes, so I scampered along the Seine to the gates of the great garden and waited patiently with a small crowd of joggers and strollers until the groundskeeper let us in at 7:30.
Long beds of delicate, translucent poppies lined the central path.
The only selfie you’ll ever see from me:
If nature was my cathedral, these were her stained-glass windows.
So there you go, Sóla. The favourite flowers I promised! Thank you for inspiring me to dig into my photos and pull out this favorite memory.