
This is the first time I visited a city park called “Villa Regina” and probably would be the last. The entrance was derelict and quite unwelcoming, but I had to explore it and so I went inside.

The first part of the park is an alley lined by trees, eerily desert in the early Sunday afternoon. The unleafy plants were totally unable to provide any comfortable shadow from the August sun.

After an underpass I saw strange signs of life, just before the park proper: a whole wall of these prints, obviously symbolizing the desire of any living creature to escape this sad place.

Half a dozen of these toys were baking in the sun on unkept land. Nearby, a bridge completely covered with graffiti crosses an empty canal, which obviously lead to a very dry pond.

This is probably the highlight of the park: it reminded me of the flat mountain of “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”. Perhaps it is only a dry fountain in an empty basin.

Rushing back toward the normal world I found this mural, which I liked instantly. I have no idea what the subjects are, but they are really a lot nicer of everything I saw here. I met nobody in “Villa Regina”: it was only me, all the time.