When I mount the steps back up behind the new Paris Opera at la Bastille, I am always amazed that a totally urban place in a very large modern city can transform into a magical ecological niche.
But, once up the steps, I am in that magical place,
Two things of the many that I have seen there are especially unique.
Unique is a commonly misused word: but the white rose in the picture here is a rose that I have only seen on la Promenade.
In all my walks in Paris.
And I have walked from rue Guénégaud to Metro Pont de Neuilly more than once.
That's a long walk.
There is an island, les Ile des Cygnes, that can be accessed from a staircase down to the Island from the Nueilly and has a rose garden; there are no roses as white at those on la Promenade.
Also, on la Promenade, I usually see some female merles noirs.