" We dip beneath an underpruned flowering vine that threatens to overthrow the very trellis that has given it life. A crimson flower tickles my cheek as I duck under it.
The scene just ahead is like something out of a fairy tale, or at least a fairy tale I'd like to read: at our feet a patch of wooly thyme, so soft it looks like a green pillow, and all around, roses, hydrangeas, alliums as large as dinner plates- flowers everywhere. But the view of Paris from this magical little perch is what really takes my breath away. "

― Sarah Jio , All the Flowers in Paris