Parc Montsouris

I figured finding a sanctuary in such a huge, overwhelming city was almost impossible. I had prepared myself for big city life – and all the scenery that came with it.

But then, when my sister and I were asking around about a good place to go running (without being run over by those oh-so-cautious Parisian drivers), we were told to visit Parc Montsouris. Just a few blocks from the Glacier Metro stop, and from the place we were staying, this park is truly a sanctuary. The first day Melanie and I set out for this new running spot, we were expecting the kind of park you would find in the United States: a few swings, a slide, monkey bars, maybe some grass and a sandbox. That was our first mistake, assuming. Nothing was what I thought it would be in that country. This was just another confirmation of this mentality. When we passed through the wide open iron gates, we both caught our breath. There were people everywhere, kids playing and mothers pushing strollers, old men jogging and people of all ages sitting on benches. The park itself is enormous, with more green space in this one place than you can find in all of Paris. There are bridges, creeks, a lake, playgrounds, a gazebo, and plenty of space.

After my sister and I finished our run, we sat on the grass in front of the lake and soaked up the sun and Parisian culture that was so prevalent all around us. This became a ritual, and we visited the park about three times a week. I felt like it was my secret of Paris, something not mentioned in guidebooks and only stumbled upon by accident.
Joey Bazler, one of my classmates who studied abroad with me, had the following to say about his experience:
"There were so many things I loved about France. But most of all I loved the number of beautiful parks and the popularity of the parks. The parks themselves were incredible and interacting with the visitors in the parks, Playing soccer, frisbee or just hanging out was a great way to meet and interact with the French."