tuileries paris

When the clock strikes ten more and more people gather here: sitting round the fountain, glancing at people you seem to notice more, enjoying the day. It never seems to be a quiet place. Then I came here around nine o'clock, I only saw a few runners. The sun only just came up, the grass was still a bit damp. I have always loved this place, but that morning it looked even more beautiful. 

Jardin des Tuileries, Paris