It dawned warm, damp and gray; not too bad, though, if you're accustomed to frigid Januaries. Enjoyed a bit more truffles and eggs, then decided to take a wander about the neighborhood. Wanted to see the old sights with new eyes for the New Year.
A view of the American Cemetery from La Terrasse. The trees in the foreground are planes, historic staples in French landscape architecture. (If you've ever driven down a departmental route - the US equivalent would be a state or maybe county route - or wandered alongside a canal here, these would most likely be the trees you'd see lining them.)
The Frenchie calls Paris a very 'mineral' city. He's right about that, both for the living and the dead. It was a little strange to see the well-kept lawns of this American (or garden-style) cemetery at first, to hear the carillon play the "Star Spangled-Banner" Sundays at noon and five p.m. Now, it's become a comfort. Often, when I'm finding myself a bit out of sorts, I'll go and walk around the soldiers' graves like what I used to do when I was child with my dad on Memorial Day.
A January Rose in the gardens along the Terrasse. Have seen cherry trees and mimosas in bloom as well.
Some Suresnois red roofs. As always, the skyscrapers of La Défense are looming almost sinister-like in the background.