Paradise

Two summers ago, Mr FS took a solo walk and discovered a wonderful park near our humble abode in Paris. We spent many hours there. Last summer, Miss Em paid us a visit and we walked to the park after dinner.

There were many more people there on our visits than shown in the photo below. Said Miss Em:

"Is this paradise?"

“They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,
Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate
With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms:
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide;
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.”

― John Milton, Paradise Lost