This is the Champs de Mars and we're looking at one of the lawns we are allowed to graze although others are currently 'resting'. Which isn't surprising because they take a fair battering during the summer months.
There used to be little whistle-toting chappies on bikes who would ride around tooting and peeping at anyone who dared set foot on one of their sacred green carpets but they are less in evidence these days since the city relaxed the rules somewhat.
And as for the flower-picking ban, I'm darned if I can see any anyway. So much for the beauty, although the place is pleasant enough.
And why not...