Blue sky reflected in the Seine, morning sunlight casting tree shadows on the grey, stone quay and a green haze of grass taking root on the river wall.
It was a stem of wild clematis curling through one of the holes that first caught my eye. When I’d parked the bike against the fence, I noticed the bold yellow and black graffiti and the young shoots of Ailanthus beyond the sheet metal panel. Then I saw the clouds, reflected in the black enameled surface. Continue reading “Trackside Archipelago”
There’s no pleasing some people. On a sunny afternoon in the Jardin des Tuileries I feel hemmed in by the crowds. Continue reading “Wild Flowers on the Track”
Another view from Sunday’s visit to the Jardin Flottant. Not a great picture but it shows the context, and an unmistakeable landmark. Continue reading “On the Banks”
