It is actually every Parisian’s favourite park in the world.
Walking the alleys of the ‘Luco’ is an enchantment for every Parisian.
The Luxembourg Gardens being a delightfully elegant park, the style and peace of which he can appreciate, when he’s there, the Parisian feels a direct tie with Marie de Médicis. Walking the alleys of the park, the Parisian becomes royalty. People inside of whom the bells of monarchy fail to ring will most likely celebrate silently the great French democracy, embodied by Le Sénat, magnanimous enough a representative body to let the good people of Paris enjoy its private gardens. The Luxembourg Gardens unite monarchists and républicains.
Besides this taste of the greatness of French history he now fully feels a part of, Le Luxembourg is also a journey in his personal story for the Parisian. Many personal memories come to the Parisian’s mind when he enters the park. Memories of the time spent there as a student ditching classes, with a pretty girl he was courting back in the days or simply reading philosophy on his own, seated on one of the benevolent metal chairs. No bad memories can ever be associated to Le Luxembourg. For the Parisian, Le Luxembourg magnifies yesterday. It alters it too. Needless to say, most Parisians did not skip classes and never read philosophy — ever.
Besides these beautiful reminiscences, the Luxembourg Gardens is also a fantastically comforting place for the Parisian.
Three types of people one may find au Luxembourg. People walking, people jogging and people seated.
Walkers are of two types: Parisians and tourists. Parisians walking in le Luxembourg usually live nearby. They are for most of them from a rich and powerful extraction. Much elegance ensues.
Joggers are incongruous in this environment. They run around the park frenetically. Two types of joggers again: Parisians and expats. Parisians jogging in the Luxembourg Gardens are usually local yuppies trying to turn the Luxembourg Gardens into the Central Park of Paris. People seated are also either Parisians or expats (tourists are too busy for that). They like to pretend they are reading. Truth is, they are sunbathing and people watching. Male seated also fall in love with the mysteriously evanescent Parisian girls walking there.
In the end, the Luxembourg Gardens is a necessary respiration but an absolute continuation of the life and activities of La Rive Gauche.
In that it talks to the mind of the promeneur, le Jardin du Luxembourg epitomizes what Nature really is about in Paris: a fresh and soft stroke on the Parisian’s ego.
Useful tip: It is a necessity to know what the current ‘expo photo au Luxembourg’ is about. Always.
Sound like a Parisian: « On va se balader au Luxembourg, j’ai besoin d’être à l’air libre!!»