Paris park, 1967

I never really took to Paris, don't know why. Forty years elapsed between my first visit,

coming by train from Prague where we'd had to leave my broken-down BSA (the AA later

repatriated it under their 5-star European Travel insurance), and my second, a few days

with friends for no particular reason other than the fact that we hadn't been there. This

picture of the Parc Duchamp du Mars in Autumn was from that first trip, after a

memorable 23-hour part-steam, part diesel rail journey from Prague. I'd very nearly

missed it, too, having left the train at the last minute to find something in English to read.

It was moving when I leapt back on, without any reading matter. Thankfully Al was still on

it, with the passports etc. Got to Paris; swift shlep up the Eiffel Tower, even swifter

butcher's at Notre Dame and a few cheap cafes (we were still students, after all), then

home to the welcoming white cliffs of Dover from the ferry. I don't know how we'd ended

up in this Paris parc, but it's the only picture from that trip that I've chosen to keep.

I never really took to Paris, don't know why. Forty years elapsed between my first visit,

coming by train from Prague where we'd had to leave my broken-down BSA (the AA later

repatriated it under their 5-star European Travel insurance), and my second, a few days with

friends for no particular reason other than the fact that we hadn't been there. This picture

of the Parc Duchamp du Mars in Autumn was from that first trip, after a memorable 23-hour

part-steam, part diesel rail journey from Prague. I'd very nearly missed it, too, having left

the train at the last minute to find something in English to read. It was moving when I leapt

back on, without any reading matter. Thankfully Al was still on it, with the passports etc. Got

to Paris; swift shlep up the Eiffel Tower, even swifter butcher's at Notre Dame and a few

cheap cafes (we were still students, after all), then home to the welcoming white cliffs of

Dover from the ferry. I don't know how we'd ended up in this Paris parc, but it's the only

picture from that trip that I've chosen to keep.

A Paris park