Bois de Vincennes morning run
It’s the East of Paris on an early October morning and I need to run. Not away but out.
I strap my running shoes on, put my warmest leggings and sweatshirt on and leave the house while everyone around is sleeping. I drop my son at school, give him a kiss and wave him see you later.
Into my Fiat 500, a red speedster running through the streets of still quiet boulevards and alleys, the light still low and fresh, crispy as you pull the window down to wake you up some more.
I parc the car near La Porte Dorée and I begin to run through the surreal, haunted woods of the Bois de Vincennes. This is where you can breathe, forget the noise, that surrounding Parisian hum of people’s voices, car engines, scooter whining and the noise of LIFE. For about an hour, I am here nearly by myself, crossing and greeting other runners and walkers. The first- to-grasp-the-day feeling carried upon our fresh reddened faces.
Le Bois de Vincennes is massive. Like the Bois de Boulogne, was annexed to Paris in the 19th century. It has an area of about 10 km², which is almost three times larger than Central Park in New York, and four times larger than Hyde Park in London!!! It has lakes, some restaurants, a Zoo that will re open in 2013 (after some work) and is boarded by some GORGEOUS houses and apartment blocks. I love it there. I can breathe there. Here are some picks from the mornings when I run.