It's summer in France. Last week it meant 97 degree weather in a country that does not believe in air condition. This week it means that anyone with means have made their way out of town. In my opinion and weather permitting, early August is France has the best. You have the streets all to your self. Last Sunday afternoon, I took a walk through our little town of Garches. Below are some of the scenes I saw along the way.
Street from our house to the center of town.
Porches parked along the street in the business area of Garches.
The church in the town square.
The gates to park in front of city hall.