Jardin des Tuileries

Parks in the fall have an amazingly peaceful feeling. The air is cold and crisp, trees dot the dirt grounds with leaves that are barely clinging on to the branches. The otherwise monotone ground is colored with bright yellows, browns, oranges, and even the subtle hints of green. All the trees here are only half filled with fall colored leaves. Every so often a leaf lets go and flutters to the ground to join its other fallen counterparts.

Behind the trees that stand in line under the cold gray skies, a beautiful French palace stands tall among its potted flowers and column-lined walkways. Its brick façade and intricate borders remind visitors of its distinguished background.

Leaves blow and dance across the ground as a brisk gust of wind blows by. Through the tall grass windows lined with white trim, a drastic contrast is presented. Inside lights flicker, a fireplace roars to life. The mahogany dining table illuminates with the light of the roaring fire.

While people walk by bundled up in scarves and thick jackets to ward off the bitingly cold winds, the residents of the little palace seem unaware of it. Laughing merrily in their warm abode they talk and gossip of their friends and family and of warmer places than here.

Fluttering in the wind, yellow leaves prepare themselves for the final gust of wind that will allow them to take their poetically glorious flight.

The song of the leaves as they welcome in the winter cold.