Hidden in plain sight is this old doorway. I spoke to folks in the Quartier who say it once served as an entrance for the yard’s owners. But they say t’was “a cette epoche, la” (back in the day). Don’t you want to peek over the top? See what the rest of that tree looks like? Do people laze around in summer or sun in the backyard? Someday I’ll pop back over and test my luck. For now its just one of the awe-inspiring, yet ordinary sights that continuously thrill me.
Oh, if all the ancient doors and walkways, bricks and walls –and hidden gardens!– in Paris could talk. If they could I would sit down and listen, enraptured no doubt, till end of days.