It was green and lush and full of shadowy pathways. People were playing on the lawns (mostly asian tourists who were willfully ignoring the signs saying "Do not frolic on the lawn"... or something like that). There were fountains and hydrangeas. So. Many. Hydrangeas. And there were people being artistic, wearing berrets, and because they were (presumably) French, they looked moody and creative and artistic, not just like pretentious artistes.