Paris fooc
Everybody knows that Paris has beautiful parks. Parks philosophers meandered through for inspiration, painters have depicted in hazy romance and writers have lyrically described. These parks are like the city they inhabit - Stunning, perfectly kept but austere and unforgiving with their dusty paths, un-climbable trees and perfect grass it is forbidden to sit upon.
Today we spent the afternoon at one of the antidote of these places. It is a park called Jardin d?acclimatation http://www.jardindacclimatation.fr/. This park is a nostalgic place designed and created especially for the children of Paris.
Today dd requested to start the visit with the ?tooooooiiiiizzzz? and end it with the ?mammmimmmals?. So she spent several hours sliding down a huge tree slide, climbing over an activity boat and running through the cool water showering on les enfant from a rainbow arch and eight foot daisy in the water play area.
She was so tired after that, that she had no energy to work the sit on diggers in the sand-play or visit one of the Wendy Houses and she didn't even attempt to approach the pretend fire station and engine that is framed with (rare in Paris) swings!
The French version of Punch and Judy is called Guignol and is a much quieter and more polite affair than the scenes of domestic violence between Punch, Judy, the baby, the policeman and crocodile I remember screaming at in pure delight as a child. In the French version the puppets play out more complicated story lines and ask the children lots of questions and the children, in response, often nod, laugh or put their hands up or all three. At Jardin d?acclimation there is a theatre especially for these puppets but there was no show when we arrived so we decided to collapse in a café instead. Watered (dh), coffied (T42) and ice creamed up (dd) we jollily continued our tour.
We quickly walked past the expensive permanent fair ground to gaze in on an array of pretty birds and then we walked a bit further on to the pride of the park two Brown Bears! They lazily slept in the sun. No-one in the UK believes our local children?s park has real bears in it. At a recent family get together I gave up trying to explain and after a while said ?Yes? they are wooden ride on ones?? ? But, readers, they are as real as you and me ? and dd loves them (a little too much for my liking ? aren?t bears natures worst trick? So cuddly looking but so fierce.)!
Next through the lavender scented vegetable garden filled with growing tomatoes, a bay tree and artichokes to name a few and towards the Normandy farm with goats, rabbits, chickens, pigs, cows, ducks and my favourite the ?Sulfolk? sheep!!! Being from Suffolk I love seeing Suffolk sheep in Paris and the pretty sign completely mis-spelt adds to my joy!
We walked home feeling happy, hopeful and each of us slightly flush because our hearts had been filled with a little bit of childhood magic!