Spring happened a few weeks ago, and now I'm back in my winter jacket. Meanwhile here's some beautiful photos to remind us all of how miserable it was outside for most of this week.
I took an amazingly long walk from Bastille to the Bois de Vincennes, elevated up on the promenade plantée. This was described to me as the 'high-line' of Paris. Both the High Line in New York and the promenade plantée are linear parks created from old unused elevated rail lines. Paris' was the original.
The biggest difference to note was that the high-line was made to be extroverted, to walk along and watch the spectacle of New York City life down below. Promenade Plantée was much more self-engaged, an escape. It was often difficult to see the city to either side. Two ways to think about a park.
At the end, after 3 miles of walking, is the absolutely enormous Bois de Vincennes (Vincennes Forest). It's three times bigger than Central Park in New York and was originally a hunting grounds for the kings of France. Walking along the lake reminded me of the sunset my studio enjoyed together by the lake in Beijing last semester.
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