IT IS POSSIBLE TO WALK AROUND PHILIPPE PARK AT NIGHT

and sit at the picnic table at the very edge of the water, and lean on the Tree of All Trees and walk up the steps to the door of Odet Philippe (i left him a tiny bottle of tequila we had but weren't going to drink, even though he seems like more of a bourbon man to me)

and run through the fields and dart behind trees and walk in between the moonbeams (yes, at one point, i was a spygirl asking for cover from a FICTIONAL D&D GODDESS, LO AND BEHOLD I AM A BIG DORK)

walk the yellow line in the middle of the road and meet north and south, shake hands with east and west

you think it's the place to be when the sun is shining? imagine the negative view of the perfect picture. the shadows and the bright places that don't seem like they belong in a set of trees, and what's that out of the corner of my eye..

as long as you're willing to jump over a little fence.