Of a Winter's Day Walk in the Park . . . (part 1)

Sometimes in unexpected places, such as in the park in the center of Saint Germain en Laye near the Hotel de Ville, which is just outside Paris, on a bitter cold winter day a few years back, small dramas of no importance whatsoever play themselves out to silent observers, who may occasionally entertain the delusion that something of artistic significance is occurring, and the observer may try to record the events, be they so simple as a woman of a certain age taking her poodle for a walk, despite frozen fingers and breath fogging up the camera's viewfinder. . . if nothing else can be said, one may admit that considerable patience was required to obtain this story . . .
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And were such an occasion to transpire, the photographic results might look something like the following series of photos . . .
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(to render the page layout work here less tedious, I split this post into three parts; should you happen to wish to berate me in the comment box for abusing your goodwill and forcing you, well, no one is forcing you, to look at what some may consider to be visual drivel, the comment box is available after part 3 here. Should you fall asleep before reaching the end of part 3, I will understand that this post may receive few comments . . . but in any case, I thank you for putting up with me . . .)
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