My friend Susan talks about “miracle walks” in her fabulous books. These are walks you take with no particular destination, in search of beauty, goodness, a little surprise. The amazing thing about them is that just by declaring them a “miracle walk” you always find something special along the way.
Sometimes you end up meeting a friendly dog, sometimes you strike up a conversation with an old man selling oranges, sometimes you see something so beautiful, right in your neighborhood, that you wonder, “Has this been here all along?”
Keri Smith posted an entry recently that spoke of seeing things (and later drawing them) in her neighborhood that others didn’t notice. Maybe she didn’t call it a miracle walk, but I am convinced her eyes (and heart) were open to see the goodness, and that’s what emerged. Like magic.
This garden entrance is only two blocks from my house. I never saw it until yesterday.
Nice picture! i love that dog watching (it seems to be thinking “are you coming or what?”). And the sign “el jard?n est? abierto” 🙂 hehe
Wow, you always have such good stories to go along with your pictures. Nicely done.
So, I think your journal is lovely. Sometimes I even read it aloud because its just…sooo cool. : )
How inviting this garden path looks!….what a lovely restful place this little patch of “Heaven” must be. Can anyone go in? Is it really open to the public? If so…this is one of the coolest things I’ve seen in a while. Great post!!
thank you for posting it.
My miracle walk: last Friday, I missed the last Metro to my neighborhood (Montmartre) and had been having dinner on the opposite side of town. It was around 1 a.m. and it was really cold. I could have hailed a cab, but I decided not to, and walked along the Seine, then up Champs-Elysee, then down the usually-very-busy street where I work, then up past St. Lazare, up Blvd. Batignolles and Rue Caulaincourt to my apartment. It took me two hours, but that’s because I meandered. I danced in the middle of the street where I work because there wasn’t a single car. Then I stopped by a friend’s house to leave a note on his car. I felt as though I had all of Paris to myself.
How lovely. I am always amazed whenever I land in different parts of my neighborhood what treasures I find.
That is the most friendly and inviting garden I think I’ve ever seen. The sign, combined with the dog waiting for you to follow him… so inviting. What a nice discovery.
great photo. i just love everything about it. glad you got that camera; it really brightens my day!
Great post. That garden looks really inviting. “Miracle” might be a strong word, but I took a walk at lunchtime today, wandered down one of many alleys in our tiny downtown and discovered a brand new cafe…all silver and royal blue and lovely. It was so unexpected (and so what I needed just then–to find a brand-new, cool spot to have a latte) that it felt like a miracle. 🙂
I love the sign, the picture, and the dog. Oh, and your journal is lovely as well.