I love the obvious awareness of Spring. I swear Spring in Paris just "happened in the last five minutes" as my friend Zoe put it. Somehow there's leaves on the trees-and they're green too. People aren't wearing heavy jackets and scarves that only expose the eyes of the face. Dogs and children are slobbering and running all over the place. The sounds of luggage on wheels, the slurps of the tongue making contact with Berthillion chocolate/caramel ice cream (wait, that's me I'm hearing), the smells of freshness. I swear I've seen an upwards of 100 gorgeous french men today, which is high compared to my usual 40.... what's wonderful about Spring is that you know when it arrives. I can feel a new vibe here in Paris- things are different. This next chapter of France has tapped me on the shoulder and is ready to have me begin- and I am so ready to. Which, I guess this flood of sunshine means I might have to up my shaving routine from once a month to four times (spare yourself from the math for the number of encounters i've had with my razor since i've arrived). Unless I want to truly be "French" and go wooly mammoth. (Note: springtime means bare legs means seeing if the "hairy French" myth is true. potential blog post to follow)
Anyways, the French like Spring because who doesn't?
 |
| outside my window-which is open for marveling at the weather- there is green on those trees! hurray! |
No comments:
Post a Comment