Another Side of Paris . . .

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The Buttes Chaumont Park in the 19th arrondisement of Paris is a little off the beaten tourist track, but is a pleasant place where people go to stroll on a sunny spring afternoon (ok, technically it's not Spring yet, but it sure felt like it day before yesterday). I had never walked into the Buttes Chaumont from the northeast entrance until the other day, and was surprised to discover a section of abandoned railroad tracks running under a pair of bridges at the edge of the park, and some splashes of intriguing looking colors alongside them. It turns out the train tracks there are part of what is known as "la petite ceinture", a circular railway which went around the interior of Paris, built in the mid 1800's, now out of service.
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It turned out there was an easy way to climb down to the track level by scrambling down a slope under some bushes, so down I went, it seemed too tempting to resist a closer look. The person just visible with what looks like a torch was practicing her juggling flaming baton routine.
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Just below a bridge someone had laid out some wood crates with soil in them for planting things, which will no doubt be sprouting soon, given how unseasonably warm the weather has been of late.
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There was quite a bit of graffiti about, some of which was keeping a close eye on things...
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An old piano keyboard had somehow ended up down there by the tracks, apparently at the end of its road in life... no more music from those keys.
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Exercises in the absurd...
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Who was she ?
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Even Jerome Mesnager had stopped by at some point to paint one of his famous white men...
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Someone has a sense of humour...
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A suspended blue sneaker, speaking volumes of mysteries...
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