Our own memories of Paris are triggered by the Luxembourg Gardens, where we painted in 1994, lived adjacent to from 2001 onwards, and walked Harika nearly every day from January 2010 until June 2016. She recognized the neighborhood (we were staying a distance away) as soon as we got off the bus.
Harika is the last dog standing from our days there, as far as we could tell. The funny thing was that we met new characterful dogs, one a Covid rescue, retrieved from the abyss of heartworm and a broken leg; another Jack Russell puppy; and numerous other dogs. I could have slipped into new friendships, as could Harika. Dog walking encourages interaction, not only by the dogs, but by the owners. Where one wouldn’t think of speaking to people on the street, at the end of a leash in the Luxembourg Gardens, no holds are barred. And you can be sure who you are speaking with has at least one soft spot in their heart. |
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