This time last week I was in Paris; the temperature soared while I was there and I passed a pharmacy where the sign above flashed 39 degrees at 4pm last Thursday. It was the kind of city heat that made the sweat trickle down my back and swelled my feet so they rubbed and blistered, even in a pair of favourite trusted walking shoes. I took a box of plasters in anticipation of much pavement work.
Luckily the hotel was a ten minute walk from the Jardin du Luxembourg, where every evening we'd take a stroll there. It was full of other tourists with the same idea, lovers smooching, as well as Parisians pulled up on chairs, chatting, reading, smoking and taking in the calm of the park. Away from the formal gardens, on the edge and under the trees were men playing petanque, a children's play park and Shetland ponies giving rides, teenagers playing basketball, kids playing football and people of all ages on the tennis courts too. It's also a popular jogging route. In other words it's a perfect place for people watching, with a cone of of passion fruit sorbet in hand. I took my trusted Canon PowerShot, which is ideal for city breaks when I want a camera that fits into a back pocket or shoulder bag (I'm not an Instagrammer or phone photographer), although I would love to have had my big camera with me.
However I try not to become too photo obsessed on trips, as by staring down a lens trying to capture life, the reality is that you miss so much.
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