Exploring in Paris required a stimulant and fortifier - in this morning's case 'chocolat chaud', a charged Navigo pass and then I was ready to hop the Metro. Technically this day took me outside Paris to Boulogne-Billaincourt, a suburb grabbing the southwest environs. Reaching the suburb, Parisian as it comes with well-coiffed ladies leading their Westies on a leash, I got lost. Where was the Bois de Boulogne - the lungs of Paris and bigger than Central Park in NYC? How could I miss it? More important where was the old Rothschild mansion left abandoned here that I'd come determined to find? A helpful suburbanite, Franprix shopping bag on arm, pointed me to the right bus. Then the bus driver indicated the stop but a white mustached passenger shook his head 'Non, le chateau Rothschild c'est par la' - a jab of his cane outside the bus window to a warren of moisture stained 50's concrete buildings. Not promising until I hiked the lane and saw the trees of the edge of Bois de Boulogne. A trio of gardeners jerked their thumbs towards a green expanse and bushes. Two minutes later I saw this.
Undaunted I walked the periphery until my shoes were all wet searching for a place to climb over. No luck so I retraced my steps. Waited until a couple engaged in an intense conversation also with a Westie turned the other way and climbed over the lowest part of the fence near the park's entrance. Threading my way through the trees and overgrowth I found a gatehouse, maybe I'm not sure, but here was something.
Cara - Tuesday