Two Sundays ago, my boys and I went to see the first flowers of Spring at the beautiful gardens of Château de Bagatelle in the Bois de Boulogne. In the 1700s, this amazing garden was a “glorified playground” — a maison de plaisance — for the powers-that-be. It was built at record-speed on a wager, taking only 63 days, 800 workers, and 3 million livres.
And there I was, standing in awe at the huge land where this grand château rested, watching the peacocks that roamed freely.
Then I whispered to my husband: “If I lived in a house like this while in Paris — I may never wish to leave.”
Days like these make me believe that indeed, Paris is stupendous in very many ways.