After my breakfast at Claus, I headed to Jardin Du Luxenbourg to meet my French Exchange. The last time I had been there was in the crisp air of Autumn. The leaves tickled the floor with a gentle ringing as they whistled in through the wind and cluttered in rich bronze and amber heaps. Today was very different. The golden chestnuts and dark burgundy shades were swept away and were replaced with an explosion of joyous majentas and lively lilacs. I was literally breath taken by the beauty of the park.
We spent a few hours strolling through the park, and then went to a few quirky shopping streets for a mohito sorbet and a look around the area.
We ended the day at Festival FNAC at Hotel De Ville. The festival was in a bustling square in the centre of Paris. We listened to some French bands who were quite good and then we saw the Palma Violets. Luckily for me, they seemed very unknown in France, so I found it easy to push to the front and scream my heart out. I made such an impression that the lead singer kissed my cheek and put the microphone to my mouth as he held my hand! I don't think I have ever screamed so loud.