When she was little, I told her this garden was hers. We lived across the street from it, the Château Ramezay garden. She is now very much grown up, but it still troubles her. "Mom, was that really MY garden?" she asked the other day...
So yea, maybe not just a rock, but one that has become a sculpture... so I apologize in advance to the artist for having simply called it a "rock". Great view though, don't you think?
Walking yesterday evening, YMC and I came upon this house. Now, I am not one to display adherence to ANYTHING! I find it crass and tasteless. How these people here managed to combine their house and this fan frenzy is actually downright cool! Go habs go!
Looked like a necklace right out of the bed shoppe. It is actually an entrance to the metro Palais Royal on Place Colette. On our way to the Grand Véfour.
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