On Thursday I read 'Prime Numbers' by Margaret Turton in the SMH in which she mentioned Parc Georges Brassen down in the 15eme. Negotiating Metro lines due to Easter closures on some lines, added zest to this must-do excursion.
Parc Georges Brassens is an old industrial area that is now used by families from the surrounding high-rise buildings to sit in the sun, and to commune with friends. It is quite different from the parks in the single-digit arrondissements. It has more in common with Parc Monceau in the north, but that still slight. It used to be an old abbatoir, which goes some-way to explaining the inscription on the central tower building: Vente à la criee - Sale by auction. The young boy making like a mountain goat was fun, until I realised I was waiting for him to tumble.
Under a cloud of disappointment, it was only on my way out that I discovered why I felt compelled to visit this park. I stumbled upon the market, which book-ended the entire excursion for me. It was peopled by 'geeks'! The market is held all year around, on both Saturday and Sunday, from 9am until 6pm. The boquinistas on the Seine cannot hold a candle to these stall-holders.
Oh, how I would like to take home one old volume from each stay in Paris from here on out. Dare I return tomorrow? Oh, that I could find a tattered copy of Orwell's 'Down and Out in Paris'.