People, like plants, are resilient. We suffer shock from our wounds, we go dormant and mourn, we heal and recover, and we continue to grow as best we can despite crippling circumstances. This is why I’ve been thinking about the natural beauty of Paris.
In the sprawling, public gardens like the Jardin des Plantes or Tuileries, you find mostly hedged boxwoods and cypress trees. These gardens are historic, formal, paying tribute to the royalty that once inhabited these places. But in the street medians and plazas, in the corner parks, beauty springs up and gives us its wild gifts. It’s in the courtyards hiding in the interiors of buildings, in a window box hanging from an iron railing, maybe even in an urn outside a restaurant. It’s in the Gothic points of Notre Dame poking out from the fluffy canopy of surrounding trees. Hence, a few photos from my last trip.
Chestnut tree in a courtyard
Empress trees in bloom at the Place de la Contrescarpe
A pocket garden at a cathedral
Looking out from the Promenade Plantee
Foliage along a building wall