One of Paris‘ pretty secrets is the Promenade Plantee, one of the last of the railroad trestles that once girdled 19th Century Paris. Many of the trestles are gone, but this one has been turned into a narrow, rose-filled park high above the streets running from Place de la Bastille to Bois de Vincennes.
Linda discovered it some years ago, and we walked it again today (we jogged it last time around, I think). I was feeling a bit more wobbly than yesterday, until I realized I’d walked more than 5 miles out and back – a really good distance especially after yesterday’s uphill effort.
At one point there’s a pretty suspension bridge across a park, whwere, today, preschool classes had gathered to do mad rushes across the bridge, with parents and grandparents looking on approvingly.
My pedometer registered nearly the same going out as coming back – more than 6000 steps each way: so we may have done nearly 6 miles by my reckoning. Paris is, perhaps, making me stronger…?