Whether or not this park, tucked away quietly in the 19th arrondissement, resembles a balding mountain is irrelevant.
Relevant: wearing your woolliest jacket and leatheriest gloves so that you’re warm enough to skedaddle along the mountainside trails like the billy goat gruff you are.
The Parc des Buttes Chaumont is not as central as that park in New York but it’s also not overrun with bike-taxi drivers and ice cream vendors. Mais non. The Buttes is the real deal – right down to its artificial stalactites and caves.
After all, when you’re converting an abandoned quarry into a park, what’s wrong with throwing in a well-placed grotto?
Skip the lake that doesn’t freeze and head straight to Rosa Bonheur: one of the most underrated eating/funhavens in Paris named after one of the only painters to have officially been given permission to wear pants.
High five to Napoleon III for coming up with the whole quarry-to-park idea. And to the scruffy waitress for drizzling honey so liberally on the chèvre. And to the DJ for his god-awful-wonderful 80’s mix after dark. And to the Parisians for not caring about cutting loose on the dancefloor for once.
And especially to whoever made the rosé labels look so pretty.
Parc des Buttes Chaumont
19e Arrondissement 75019 Paris
http://butteschaumont.free.fr/
Second image from Sprawling Places