Took a walk just before six pm yesterday through the beautiful Tuileries Garden(s).
It became clear very quickly that the days are becoming shorter. By the time the stroll came to an end, the geometrical lines of the lawns, the sculptures were now embraced by the deep darkness of the early evening. The benches and chairs that people ordinarily fight over were abandoned and nothing apart from the rustle of leaves, the clicks of the cameras of determined tourists and the two joggers determined to make one more round around the park could be heard. I took images of this walk through a deserted Tuileries by ‘night’.
Anon's Paris 