Stephanie’s in the same boat, so on Monday, we decided to do something fun with our easy day. We set out to find a particular park. Only problem: we didn’t know the name or the location. We just knew it had golden gates and giraffes. That was all the motivation necessary.
After we ate, we read for awhile before I fell asleep in the grass to the hilariously non-rhythmic drummings of a nearby “musician.”
I adore almost nothing more than falling asleep outside under the sun, no place to be. Gimme that picnic life.
Awhile later, we set off in search of animals. Along the way, we found the roseraie, which was gorgeous, cheery, and smelled wonderful. We continued to walk until we found…the zoo! There’s something so fun and refreshing about gazing at exotic animals. I’m pretty sure that myself and a lot of my college-age peers get more excited about the zoo now than when we were 10. Just one of those things.
Reading “facts about the animal” signs in French was good vocabulary practice, and I especially liked the notice in front of the elephant closure that warned not to feed them. It’s a little hard to tell, but it depicts an arm holding out a baguette. Yep, we’re in France. We walked so much, we were worn out before we could even see the lake, so we called it a day. Walking back to the metro, I had to get a picture of this cool house just outside the park gates.
It makes me want to write a possibly-creepy Lemony Snicket-esque children’s story.