Last Sunday was a gloriously sunny day in Paris. After the events that took place on Friday night, and the gray, quiet day on Saturday, Parisians (and tourists) flocked to the streets and cafés, with what seemed like a craving to get back to normal again. We made our usual Sunday pilgrimage to rue Mouffetard (sadly no dancers), had a lovely lunch with our friend Anne and made our way up the rue stopping to buy scarves and gifts. I could hardly wait to get down to the Jardin du Luxembourg to photograph the mums, the pétanque players and people watch. We arrived to find it closed as were all of Paris' gardens. Not to be denied, I pushed my lens through the bars and saw two gendarmes patrolling the empty gardens. The mums in the afternoon sun were my consolation prize.
