Luxembourg Gardens
Again, I sit in Luxembourg Gardens. I fed the pigeons my bread from breakfast. The single green metal chairs lining the path carry such weight in their emptiness. They are holding down the ground. One gets such a sense of presence in them. I love their random fluidity. All of us sitting here are silent. There is a welcome November sun. I’m under a tree next to St. Genevieve, patron saint of Paris. The sky is blue with clouds. Paris whirls around me, the Eiffel Tower is in the distance. I love these metal chairs, strewn about, they have lives of their own, a purpose and a whimsy. We are all together.
Rain, golden leaves and the divinely peculiar arrangements of the green chairs. Yellow mums against the gray sky. The rows of trees, straight then diagonal, always changing perspective. Black benches.
The trees in Luxembourg Gardens are bare and the streets are quiet. The glorious green chairs are mostly empty on this darkening day. Still, grandpas and children are at the park, strolling and playing.
