Playground next to the Esplanade Charles de Gaulle. March Field montpellierano has nothing to do with Paris. To start is much smaller, and to follow is much more welcoming. When I spoke of the Jardin des Plantes I marveled at their leisure possibilities, but today it's clear that local parents prefer to bring the beasts to the Champ de Mars. This park is full of contradictions that make it both attractive and negligible, and one of them is their great lawns full of signs prohibiting walking on it. Clearly, everyone ignores, and even the town hall entertainers are dedicated to riding gymkhanas on him, but always left wondering if the police come to arrest you for thug (apparently taken it very seriously turf). Another is the swings and other furniture for infant use (and botellonil), giving the impression of being real death traps, which moreover equates to real swings of my childhood. What interest has a playground if you risk not break your necks in it? In addition there are many young children, probably from the nearby university residence. Provide point-Kurdish shot and touch-veranito miniskirt should be all fun space to be complete. Indeed, the very geeks will love the name of the university residence: the Corum. In conclusion, commenting that in the Champ du Mars is a giant outdoor petancódromo, with capacity for a dozen games simultaneously. It's a tremendously popular entertainment in these parts, so that even punkarras of towering peaks lie down a little game from time to time, showing that the tradition and anarkhy are perfectly compatible.