Post by kerouac on Jun 5, 2011 11:34:29 GMT -5
Well, last night actually. It was a warm (muggy) Saturday evening and it seemed to be the ideal time to go to the Quai Saint Bernard to see all of the dancers.
I decided to take the metro to Saint Michel and walk from there. There were already lots of people sitting and/or picnicking along the banks of the Seine.
The floating cafés were full as well.
And it was rush hour for the dinner boats.
There are lots of less crowded places, even along the Seine, to have a picnic, but apparently it is an important group experience for people to all pile up together to prove that they are having a good time.
Over on Ile Saint Louis it was just as crowded.
There might be something about the view that attracts people.
The boats are a spectacle for the picnickers and the picnickers are a spectacle for the boats.
Every now and then one comes across an unusual person.
Boats and more boats...
What are they eating on those boats?
It was easier to spy on the picnic meals. This one had less wine than most.
I was not hearing any music as I approached the dancing zone.
I finally came across a Christian chorus.
And then nearby there were some traditional folkloric dancers with live music.
But no tango, no salsa, no rock tonight. I should have checked the web first. The weather forecast probably cancelled everything.
I walked past the Jardin des Plantes to get the metro at Austerlitz. It would be fabulous to climb the fence and stroll through the totally deserted gardens.
When I got back home, the rain started.
I listened to all of the honking horns and singing as cars left the Stade de France, where Toulouse had just beaten Montpellier for the national rugby championship.
I decided to take the metro to Saint Michel and walk from there. There were already lots of people sitting and/or picnicking along the banks of the Seine.
The floating cafés were full as well.
And it was rush hour for the dinner boats.
There are lots of less crowded places, even along the Seine, to have a picnic, but apparently it is an important group experience for people to all pile up together to prove that they are having a good time.
Over on Ile Saint Louis it was just as crowded.
There might be something about the view that attracts people.
The boats are a spectacle for the picnickers and the picnickers are a spectacle for the boats.
Every now and then one comes across an unusual person.
Boats and more boats...
What are they eating on those boats?
It was easier to spy on the picnic meals. This one had less wine than most.
I was not hearing any music as I approached the dancing zone.
I finally came across a Christian chorus.
And then nearby there were some traditional folkloric dancers with live music.
But no tango, no salsa, no rock tonight. I should have checked the web first. The weather forecast probably cancelled everything.
I walked past the Jardin des Plantes to get the metro at Austerlitz. It would be fabulous to climb the fence and stroll through the totally deserted gardens.
When I got back home, the rain started.
I listened to all of the honking horns and singing as cars left the Stade de France, where Toulouse had just beaten Montpellier for the national rugby championship.
but your pictures made me a little bit weepy. I realized how much I miss Paris and how much I just really, really want to live there. Life and circumstances mean I can't right now, but man, oh man, I miss it so much today.
hahahha