One of my favorite gardens is in the center of Paris, tucked away from the hustle of the city, is the Jardin du Palais Royal. There are plenty of cafes to stop by and drink a coffee while enjoying the arrival of Spring.
Cafes in the winter are a place to gather and have a drink while staying inside from the bitter cold. Once the arrival of spring hits, it’s a completely different atmosphere. The Parisians want to take in the sun’s rays. I have always said that Paris is a city between seasons. Autumn and spring are beautiful, while in winter it is too cold and in summer, it is dead of Parisians and French people.
On Sunday, April brought to Paris it’s beautiful spring feeling. I went to the gardens and on my way passed plenty of cafes with the tables out on the sidewalk placed side by side. Parisians are used to being placed elbow to elbow while having an afternoon coffee. Kids were rolling around on their scooters and bikes while parents watched and held conversations.
The French are all about their weekends and making sure they have time to relax. I couldn’t help but think about a scene from Eat Pray Love in which an Italian man says that Americans don’t understand what it means to live. Americans work so hard all day from Monday to Friday and come Friday evening, they can’t wait to go home and get under the blankets with takeout food and spend it watching T.V. (netflix and chill anybody?). Having time at home to sit and relax is fine, but the French have understood how to relax and take up life. As I was drinking my coffee, I noticed that everyone who wasn’t there with a partner or a friend, was reading, writing or even sometimes, sketching. For them, it was down time but still realizing that there is a world around them.
That is the magic of French cafés.
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