This past weekend was the 15th annual Fete des Jardins in Paris, a celebration of the gardens and green spaces of the city.
I had forgotten about the festival, so was pleasantly surprised to stumble into some festivities in my small neighborhood park.
The sun has been shining gloriously the past few days. Though the pile of projects is ever beckoning, I do what must be done when the oft-hidden sun appears: go outside and bask in it. Never know when it will be sunny in Paris again!
My friend Ericka and I went to have a quick catch-up in Chanzy park. There were a few booths set up for Fete des Jardins, but nothing spectacular. After about half an hour, though, musicians started streaming in from all sides.
Then a man who looked like he had just been lolling around enjoying the weather like the rest of us jumped up – the conductor! All of a sudden we were surrounded by an orchestra.
A mime/dancer appeared after that.
“I really feel like I’m in Paris right now,” Ericka said. No kidding!
Even more so when an ornery old man came up to us and said, “god, isn’t this lugubrious music awful?”
Ericka feigned not speaking French. I followed suit. No negativity today, Mister!
Everyone else seemed pleased and took it as the event was surely meant: a chance to smile at the serendipity and feel blessed by a beautiful Paris day.
Here’s a snippet from the concert. Pretend you were there!