After a seemingly endless and bold fall, and a warm and mild winter (en fait, I’m not even sure winter ever visited), springtime in Paris has already arrived. Here are a few signs, in case you need some convincing. I shot all of these photos this morning, I promise.
The daffodils are blooming along the Quai.
The legions of tourists are back and queuing everywhere.
The grass is STILL resting, comme d’habitude.
The Eiffel Tower has some gorgeous new arm candy.
That rascal, Taz, is digging in the flowers.
The rooftops are in top form.
The Parisians have swapped out part of their black wardrobe in favor of vivid colors.
The annuals have been planted and are blooming just like the flowering trees.
It’s time to decide which warm weather handbag to use.
comme d’habitude: as usual