The Luxembourg Gardens are actually as they are portrayed in movies. There are winding, gravel paths; weaving ivy vines; grand, marble statues; and plenty of Parisians. I discovered that the park is a pleasant cut through to get back home, so I frequently stroll through. You must stroll though, or else all of the ambiance that makes up the Gardens will be lost. You must stroll through the black gates, which sometime double as art exhibits. For example, there was a photo documentary on Nomads in Africa, which a woman came up to me and told me to read the captions because it was an inspiring story.
Then, you must stroll on the gravel pathways. Some people choose to jog, or the French version of jog, but it’s really much more elegant as a stroll. Strolling through you will see: lovers on benches, children sailing boats in the fountain, and solos relaxing with a book.
Others that will stroll by you include: groups of teenagers, couples of old people, kids on bikes, and other solo strollers. When I walk home, I continue through the Luxembourg Gardens into two smaller gardens with lots of kids playing. It makes walking home a lot more enjoyable and takes care of my fresh air quota for the day.
Side note: In the metro newspaper that I read on the way to work, they have a rating for the quality of the air. If 1 is perfectly clean and10 is smoky/smog, Paris is hovering around a 3 or 4, according to the paper. I wonder what that makes Boston?
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