Sunday in Paris is a sight to see. Many of the famous cafes close. Some museums and most workplaces join them. This leaves the citizenry for a weekly day of merriment. That’s the best way I can describe the day. Thousands of people flood into public areas with food, drink and friends to celebrate and unwind.
This got me thinking today about how the other half live. To be a person of means in Paris is to be among the upper echelon worldwide. This is one of the oldest, most beautiful, and most expensive cities in the world. The open space parties provide a glimpse into one world, but I wonder what everyone else does on Sundays. Probably laundry, like most people I know. Probably grocery shopping – that needs to get done. It’s one of those things that I don’t usually think of a visitor. Today the sheer amount of people out reminded me of a Sunday afternoon in Patterson Park, Baltimore, though. I can only hope the unsung heroes of this Sunday – the cafe workers, the clean-up crews, etc. get the same opportunity for leisure.