mon jardin royal

Many years ago during one of my first visits to Paris, Monsieur L and I were lounging on a bench in the garden of the Palais Royal taking in some late winter afternoon sunshine. As he is wont to do wherever we are sitting around, he picked up a little pebble off the gravelly ground and drew on it… could be a very simplistic praying nun or Madonna figure.

I have kept it in my wallet ever since, this most primitive memento from this most royal of gardens…