Sunday in the local park
Mar 26, 2012 20:29:57 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2012 20:29:57 GMT
The closest park to where I live is extremely basic and not very pretty at all. It doesn't even have any flowerbeds, but it does have lots of grass for the children, playground equipment, basketball and mini football courts, picnic areas, places to walk and run and kick balls.
It is called the Jardin d'Eole. Eole was the Greek god of wind and it might be interesting to know that the windmills for generating electricity in France are called éoliennes.
However, this is not really the Eole that we are talking about. The name comes from the RER E rail line, which was built under the code name of EOLE for Est Ouest Liason Express (for East West Express Link). The garden was merely built on top of it.
In any case, a garden for the children was sorely needed in this poor part of Paris.
One thing that I find really excellent is "arena seating" above one of the playgrounds so that parents can keep watch on their children without hovering too close.
Everybody seemed happy in the spring sun.
And then the municipal employees came to see me.
"Hello," they said. "Do you know that it is forbidden to take photographs in public parks?"
"No, I did not know that!"
Actually I know the basic stupid rules about not photographing children (as if that were possible) or people in general without written consent forms. Of course there are conflicting rules about being able to photograph people in public places "for private use." In any case, I wasn't going to start arguing when I was outnumbered 3 to 1. However, I was determined to tell them if they asked me to delete my photos, "Take me to the police station." This is something that I knew they would not do, so we just went into the "oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know; thanks for the information" routine.
They walked away, and my camera went back into action, but I was careful not to be caught as I really did not fancy being hauled away anywhere as the "park photo perv."
Maybe I'll get better pictures next time.
It is called the Jardin d'Eole. Eole was the Greek god of wind and it might be interesting to know that the windmills for generating electricity in France are called éoliennes.
However, this is not really the Eole that we are talking about. The name comes from the RER E rail line, which was built under the code name of EOLE for Est Ouest Liason Express (for East West Express Link). The garden was merely built on top of it.
In any case, a garden for the children was sorely needed in this poor part of Paris.
One thing that I find really excellent is "arena seating" above one of the playgrounds so that parents can keep watch on their children without hovering too close.
Everybody seemed happy in the spring sun.
And then the municipal employees came to see me.
"Hello," they said. "Do you know that it is forbidden to take photographs in public parks?"
"No, I did not know that!"
Actually I know the basic stupid rules about not photographing children (as if that were possible) or people in general without written consent forms. Of course there are conflicting rules about being able to photograph people in public places "for private use." In any case, I wasn't going to start arguing when I was outnumbered 3 to 1. However, I was determined to tell them if they asked me to delete my photos, "Take me to the police station." This is something that I knew they would not do, so we just went into the "oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know; thanks for the information" routine.
They walked away, and my camera went back into action, but I was careful not to be caught as I really did not fancy being hauled away anywhere as the "park photo perv."
Maybe I'll get better pictures next time.