J'ai descendu dans mon jardin

It's not Eden or the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, but it's a little patch of green in the middle of the city. Listen carefully. Are you there?

Then you can hear the birds nesting in the trees, the bees foraging in the flowerbeds and flower beds, the insects buzzing as they fly from flower to flower, and the storytelling musicians chime into your ears with stories, legends and bucolic fantasies about the plants and flowers that populate our gardens.