April 14, 2022

Good morning!

It’s Thursday, and we finally saw two tidy young ruffians defy the “PELOUSE INTERDITE” sign and walk on the grass. I repeat, they walked on the grass.

A while later, another guy tried the same thing, only to be scolded back onto the path by his fellow super-cool disaffected ruffian friends. Grass is that sacred here.

Then you find a piece of grass where sitting and walking and lounging and napping are allowed. And like moths to a flame, the people come.

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”

—John Lubbock

Onwards while gazing upwards,

Clara