I wished my friend a "bon journée"and exited the park a different way than we'd came. It was my first time there so I walked down to the canal, stopped at a market to pick up basil for this recipe, and made my way home. One of the nicest Sunday mornings I've had in a while, and thus, definitely not my last outdoor yoga class. I'm hoping to return to Parc de la Villette one night soon as well. A date night at "the cinéma" with a boyfriend I've been missing like mad (he's been traveling a lot for work) sounds perfect.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
yoga en plein air
I feel... so gosh darn good. This morning, I awoke at 8:30am. I left my apartment forty-five minutes later and entered the calm, quiet streets of Paris. I hopped on the metro to venture to the northeastern corner of the city. As I ascended the metro steps, I noticed a yoga mat sticking out of the backpack of a man in front of me. Excusez-moi monsieur, vous allez au le yoga dans le parc? Obviously he was going, too. Together, we wandered into Parc de la Villette in search of the géode. I swear, if I hadn't already been proud of myself for having gotten up early, I would've blown myself away with my French conversation skills ;).