For the last four years, it’s been my yearly tradition to take a peek at the cherry blossom blooms of Parc de Sceaux close to Paris. The sprawling park with a chateaux main piece and a man-made lake is a springtime delight in itself but just one week in April, it hosts the densest pink blooms in Paris, screaming the beginning of vibrant printemps. This year, I won’t be able to see its full bloom not only because of quarantine restrictions but mostly because I have already transferred to Prague. I took this photo on a Thursday whilst people are busy at work; hence, the absence of crowds but on the weekend of its peak intensity, the number of people also is at par with the number of flowers. Still, it’s a festive vibe with east asian expats donning their traditional costumes dancing and laying on mats weighted with their typical springtime picnic meals, trying to relive a scene from home. It’s one of the things I miss about Paris and if anything, a reminder of how fleeting life can be.