[this post is an adaptation of the latest entry on my French-sapeaking blog.]
Springtime in Paris' Jardin des Plantes. Under the dwarf cherry tree - overloaded with its own white flowers - a crow is hopping from branch to branch.
Having a hard time finding the way out maybe. Unless it's just happy to be there.
Jardin des Plantes, Paris, last friday afternoon.
A minuscule occurence. The number of people stopping there to look at the cherry blossoms doesn't have much meaning either. But it does feel good nonetheless.
Le Plume wishes you a good day.
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