Sunday. High Noon at the Jardin des Plantes. Lots families on peaceful Sunday strolls, a scattering of spandex-clad runners. Everyone soaking up the sun. Couples reclining on south-facing benches.
But this allée was quiet.
Bright lacy shadows.
I can't decide which I'm more enamored of -- the yellow folly or the almost-blooming buds.
Heading home on the boulevard St. Germain, I spy another harbinger of spring outside Saint-Nicolas-du-Chardonnet.
Vive le dimanche!