Sinatra. Fitzgerald. Armstrong. They knew it. Holiday. Mathis. Basie. They knew it too.
It seems impossible that anything could live up to that much musical hype. The classic tune played endlessly in our apartment the first week of our arrival as the rain came and went, then came and went some more. But, if you can make it through alllllllllllll those seemingly endless showers, the City of Light will reward you handsomely with a breathtaking April in Paris. Justification for covers: granted.
Though spring has sprung around every corner and flower pot, the gardens are where this season in Paris is on full display. Almost overnight these wonderful, happy little flowers come alive and all you can do is stand in awe and say, “wow” or, since we’re in Paris now, “C’est magnifique!” I imagine it’s a bit like Disneyland where tiny fairies come out at dusk and magically beautify the grounds, planting and painting things, sprinkling pixie dust to make everything shine – and all before the first guest arrives, so it all just seems to appear. Like a breath of fresh air, these welcome additions to the public spaces in Paris signify the end of long overcoats and heating lamps and the beginning of extended outdoor lunches and rosé by the Seine.
Today we’re headed to Les Jardin des Plantes, France’s main botanical garden. Home to several themed sections including my favorite, the rose rock garden, and what I can only assume is the world’s only Stegosaurus garden, Les Jardin des Plantes is worth a look, especially when it goes something like this: