Bordeaux and Palmiers

I live right off of a fairly large and busy street called les Gobelins. It’s big enough to have a métro stop named after it. I lived here for several months before I realized that if I wandered down my street in the other direction, I came to rue de la clef, a street that is everything you expect a tiny Parisian street to be.

It’s hard to believe the incredible differences at either end of my tiny street. On one end is Starbucks, various buses all making stops… and a man living out of a bright red van that I never noticed until Alex pointed him out, and now suddenly, he’s all I see. Rue de la clef is the antithesis of this: the first thing you notice is this playground, dotted with trees, that looks like it would fit better in a tiny town than in the sprawling metropolis of Paris.

The sidewalks are narrow: too narrow to walk comfortably side by side. It’s all right… there’s hardly ever any cars anyway.

At the end is a wall covered with ivy. I’ve always loved walls covered with ivy… they look so old.

Wow… I’m having a vocabulary meltdown today.

Don’t pay attention to me. Pay attention to this staircase. It makes me smile every time I pass it.

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