A SHORT AND (VERY !) LATE SUMMER POSTCARD

  (...Well, I could say: "the postman didn't do his job". But, here, the postman is...me !...)

  There 's one of these places named gardens or parks, in the north of Paris (as you know, we may name it Paname)...
  But this park is not a flat place. A real adventure's place for kids (as we could or should be ourselves, cos' childhood must be a lost paradise)...
  And there 's a certain place, in that park...
  And to reach that certain place, we 've got to cross a bridge...
  Here is the gate of the bridge, between two rocks...

  A quick look at the sky...

  Let's cross the bridge...

  Now, let's follow the path...

  The little stairways...

    Almost we are there, just a last corner...

  Almost we're arrived, to the "temple of the sibylle"...