Spring- a magical season wherever you may be, but one that feels particularly magical in Paris- do you know what a relief it is to feel sunshine on your face and squish grass under your toes after the dreariest, greyest winter of your life?
In our own Parisian form of sun-worship, we headed to the crowded park to soak up some vitamin D, listen to some tunes (Sublime somehow felt very appropriate), and feast on every French goodie we could get our hands on- goat cheese, goat cheese chips, pink champagne and baguette all very much included.
Out of everything about my life in France it is this that I will miss the most- living in a country where it makes perfect sense to sprawl out on the grass with a cheap bottle of Cotes de Rhone, laughing and snacking on baguette and goat cheese. That just doesn’t happen anywhere else.
And maybe the endless, dreary winter is what turns a sunny spring day in April into something so much more.
Towards the end of the afternoon we took some time to wander, (barefoot, incidentally), and marvel at the panoramic views of Paris.
And as you may have already concluded, it was a simple, but achingly lovely, spring day.