Since my health has been returning, last evening we took a leisurely stroll around the Lac Daumesnil, which we walk around when going to our favourite restaurant near Porte Dorée. Saturday was quite warm, which brought out hundreds (thousands?) of people for picnics, family gatherings, evening jogs, dog walks. Everyone was in a great mood and very friendly in the lovely breezes. On our way to the park, we passed one of our favourite paths in St. Maurice.
We have not had rain for sometime, so the park's grasses are quite dry, but beautiful.
The boat rental places were closed for the evening. We remember rowing as a family in 1989.
There was a large Tibetan celebration on one side of the park, fenced off but clearly celebratory. Several monks left with some young people.
This is a typical Parisian park/street bench, with a common back supporting people on either side.
Fishermen use a type of tripod/stand to support three separate rods. Each is cast to a different place. I saw quite a few young men enjoying this, even though fish were not biting.
However did we old folks manage to occupy ourselves on dates before the invention of smart phones?
I was impressed that he could walk without shoes on the stone path.
Boules, with stones, dips, tree roots and wine adding challenges to this popular friendly game. One chap was prepared with a measuring tape for deciding which ball was closest to the target ball.
A simple fence protects roving small children and stray soccer balls from entering the lake, but you are able to enter at certain places, and then sit on (what remains of) the grass. I found that the many park benches were empty. People preferred to sit on blankets wherever they had sufficient private space. Since the park is enormous (a former private hunting forest for royalty), I have no idea how many people found respite here and elsewhere from their small hot apartments.
St. Maurice is once again in sight. We made it.
We have few plans for today, likely lunch somewhere downtown, a long slow walk somewhere, the 5:30 organ recital at St Eustache, more walking . . . who knows. We worked all of Saturday, so today day is ours.
With love from us both,
Evan
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