My father took this picture of my sister, Anne-Marie, and our cousin, who were both 7 years old. We lived in Versailles and we came to the gardens every Sunday, even though we usually found it boring because it was always the same thing. Our cousin lived in Paris but he came to visit us quite often.
I found a lot of negatives in a shoebox in recent years. I scanned them. Most of them are new to me. They remind me of my childhood in Versailles.