Of gardens and senget shots.

December 6, 2007 in France

I made it look as if i was there for two weeks when it was only 3 days.

This is our last day in Paris. We’ve been to most of the place we wanted to (except Notre Dame), and since we could not afford any possible kind of shopping, we decided that this is a walk see walk see take picture day for us. We had all the time in Paris until our Eurostar back to London at 8pm. Very laid back. =)

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This is Hôtel de Ville.

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Porkie has a penchant for senget shot.

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There was some rugby thing going on and they made the statues all wear a rugby shirt.
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Porkie and his senget shot again.

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Les Invalides. Porkie couldn’t stop joking about the irony of its name and it being formerly a hospital for injured soldiers.

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I think too much of senget shot is very annoying. You have to tilt your head sideways and end up looking like a pendulum.

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This is my senget shot. At least i’ve got one thing straight.

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And i’m running out of captions for my pointless photos.

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I’m taking a picture of Porkie

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taking a picture of me taking a picture of him.

We were just gallivanting about aimlessly and luck brought us to this wonderful Jadin du Luxembourg. It wasn’t even in our itinerary.

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It was so beautiful! In fact i thought it was the most beautiful place in Paris i’ve been to.

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So deamily autumnish.

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Porkie’s senget shot.

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Mine.

This is what the Parisians do in a garden.

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The sit around facing the garden for hours! Some read books, some talk to each others, some took a nap, and most of them just gaze into the air admiring the beauty of nature.

The weather was so terrific you can just doze off and sleep on a bed of fallen leaves.

There’s this playground for children.

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The kids playing happily while their moms chatting to one another.

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The elderly like to just stretch out comfortably on a bench/chair watching every happy folk that passes by. I really wonder what’s on their mind at their stage of age. There’s no worry about work nor the new line that just appeared this morning on her forehead (cuz her eyesight is getting blurer too). Maybe her grandchild who can’t stop chewing on soaps? Or the dinner for her loyal Labrador?

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It’s such a beautiful sight to behold.

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