One morning, I woke up early and ventured out when Paris was just beginning to awake to revel in the beauty of the Palais Royal. I first experienced this garden in the fall and was struck by it's manicured beauty - the perfectly shaped linden trees, the fountains and how it offered a quiet respite from the city, but I had no idea what spring had in store. The space was practically my own except for the few joggers doing laps with their happy dogs or the older man taking a morning stroll before the crowds slowly make the garden their own. The garden was overflowing with fragrant roses in the lightest pinks to vibrant crimson, their beauty left me breathless. Here is just a peak into this garden oasis that to me is a little slice of heaven.