Les Buttes-Chaumont
Ever since I moved to Paris, I've wanted to flâner in the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont, a leafy aerie in Paris's northeast corner. Well, after three years here, I finally made it last weekend.
En route, I stopped for a big plate of Chinese potstickers at Croque Camille's beloved Restaurant Raviolis, and a coffee at Le Mistral, and then it was off to the park to walk it all off.
Built on a former gypsum and limestone quarry, the park ripples with cascading hills that offer views from various highs and lows. The groves of trees planted on different levels make you feel like you're lost in a sylvan wilderness.
And then you catch a glimpse of something (like the Sacre Coeur), and in a blink you remember all over again where you are.
Oh, yes. It's Paris.
