In my first week of moving to Paris I went on a picnic while the weather was still A+. I headed to Rue Mouffetard which is very close to my apartment, grabbed a mini cheese board, a baguette, bottle of wine and these cute gingham napkins and headed to the Tour.
If you don’t count all the gypsies trying to con you or the men trying to sell you a beer for 6 euro a pop then the ambience is lovely! It really is the best people spotting you can come by in Paris – just pull up some grass and have a snack and watch the magic happen.
I was interrupted eating my baguette by a guy named “Kevin”. I don’t know of any French men called Kevin. He sat, tried to pick on me for my accent, grabbed a beer from the con man, and then tried to take my camera and “take a photo for me”. If you ever wanted to see me in Angressive Megs Mode this was it. I admit to using some words and phrases that perhaps are not considered lady like, but in my native tongue I sure served them up to Kevin with great conviction. He dropped the camera, picked up his things and walked away. Good decision Kev.
Seriously though there is something to be said for being able to sit on the Champs de Mars and take your time to just sit. It’s a special place, everyone loves it, and when the lights start to twinkle for those 5 minutes every hour you feel pretty lucky to be where you are!