Illusion

Every time it is sunny here and if there is enough free time, going to a park is obligatory. Me and N. decided to try a new one last Friday.

This magical park Buttes Chaumont lies in the north-eastern part of Paris and is a real gem when you need some more nature than what most of parks in Paris offer (which is a lot of nicely arranged walkways and precisely cut bushes, but no walking on the grass is one of the first things that tells you this is no place for a relaxed nature treatment). There are even little waterfalls! And a Temple of Sybil on the top of an island in the middle of the lake is completely fairy talish. What is more, just outside the park a bunch of Parisian grandpas were playing lawn bowling. 

Being an eternal tourist here is one of the biggest funs. You live somewhere, yet you breathe life with full lungs. Routine is impossible. Infinite discoveries are there for you. Illusion will break one day, if not before on the day of departure home. However, this is the time to make the most of it. We will think about everything else later.