


My friend and I kept walking in the hope of a small patch of grass hidden somewhere discreet, but then came across a patch where you were allowed to sit, and had to squeeze onto a postage-size section of greenery. The contrast between lush empty lawns and mounds of sweaty bodies was enough to put anyone off their ice-cream!
That's classic! I'm surprised the Parisians stuck to the rules so willingly!
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