Keeping good on my promise to expand my park horizons, I headed over to Parc des Buttes Chaumont yesterday in the 19th arrondissement. While it is a bit out of the way, I was keen on exploring this park for a few reasons... it is reputed to be one of the largest in Paris, it has its own lake and waterfall, and it is incredibly hilly ("Buttes" means hills). With a few books packed in my purse, I climbed the first grassy slope I saw with the intention of laying out and getting some much needed sun while at the same time indulging in some fine literature. I was not expecting the shock I came upon as I reached the peak of the hill. I felt as if I had wandered upon a nude beach or some secret nudist colony (ok, the people were not nude, but the sight of their skimpy bathing suits in the middle of a public park was just as surprising. And they were all over 60.) But my shock quickly turned to envy. I had often dreamed about laying out in a bikini but for fear of being arrested, I decided it probably wasn't such a good idea. There were bicycle police nearby, so I'm guessing that treating the parks as if they were your own private beach isn't illegal, just a bit odd. I cozied up nearby and passed the afternoon at this blissful place before strolling around to explore the grounds. The park was nice, but I didn't particularly care for the surrounding area. Also, it wasn't as large as I was expecting, although because of all the massive hills, you can get quite a workout. When I got home, I noticed a glorious thing... t-shirt tan. Well, it was really dress-tan in the form of an awkward horseshoe on my chest, but I can't complain. Ahhhh, I love spring. 
2 comments:
Normally I'd overlook typos but just in case you want to keep your PG rating:
"t-shit tan"
Though I did get a kick out of it, and it does sound like an accurate description of some people's spray on tans, so maybe you should leave it :)
Haha thanks!
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