The Delhi Walla in the French capital.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
The trees of Delhi are unwieldy. The trees of Paris look more civilised.
They are the gentlefolk in evening dress – courteous, healthy, symmetrical, and lovable. They pursue perfection. They seem to care only about the tender things in life. If you stand under these trees, you half-expect to hear them talking of Balzac and Stendhal and Ghalib.
The shaded paths underneath, too, are so dignified and so so beautiful, that it is a challenge to be moved. Too much prettiness perhaps numbs the mind.
La Trees de Paris