The first of May is France's Labor Day, and on this holiday I walk to meet friends from church to play games in the park. Parc Monceau is so green and filled with bright flowers of all colors. I pass a stand on our street corner where a lady sells Lilies of the Valley. I learn these delicate white flowers are given as gifts on May Day here.
The stone bridge and big knobby trees are perfection.
James always finds a stick wherever we go.
I miss the green leafy trees hanging over the streets of Paris, though I am happier living with more of the sky than what can be seen between buildings and trees.
À bientôt, Paris.
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