If you have been following my final 365-days in France, you know that I am mad for the Eiffel Tower and anything Eiffel inspired. For the past few weeks, we have been seeing double on the Champ de Mars, so I have been doubly happy…well it also helps that we have come to the end of five-weeks of back-to-back visitors, but that’s another story…
Even if I wasn’t overjoyed by the chance to reclaim our apartment, I would still be tickled pink (or crimson) by the two Eiffel Towers gracing the park en ce moment. A French company has temporarily set up a 40-foot red Eiffel Tower made from 324 café chairs to celebrate the upcoming 125th anniversary of Gustave’s most famous landmark.
The fire engine-red sculpture will only be on the Champ de Mars until tomorrow afternoon, although rumor has it, it is being secretly transferred to an undisclosed location somewhere else in the City of Light. Stay tuned.
I know that the French Open has come and gone, but I have to say, I certainly did love watching it with thousands of my closest friends on the Champ de Mars, when Roland-Garros came to my ville this year. It was the first French Open that I remember there being a humongous Jumbo-tron on the grounds in front of the Eiffel Tower, not to mention the serving cages where you could perfect your serve and measure your speed, and a temporary clay court perfect for volleying with friends.
The weather certainly cooperated throughout most of the Open and it was a hoot to picnic in the park and watch the drama unfold without having to pay a pretty penny. Merci bien to the City of Light for providing this excellent experience.
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
I feel guilty posting these pictures as most of the United States is currently experiencing a deep freeze…bon courage, mes amis.
Meanwhile us folks in Paris are having a very mild winter so far. After our brilliant long-lasting autumn, it seems like spring is already knocking on our door. We are expecting mid-to-high 50s (15-10 C) all week, and we had blue skies all morning.
I add mild winters as one of the things I love about this country, because in my short time in France, I have had two mild winters, and one bone chilling winter. (Fingers crossed that warm bones continue this year.) I’m pretty sure I have been VERY lucky, but coming from a state whose motto is “300 Days of Sunshine”, I am used to bright and sunny winters.
Christmas in Colorado, 2011
While I’m sure that winter hasn’t come and gone in Paris, the trees and flowers on the Champ de Mars, seem to have their own idea.
bon courage, mes amis: good luck, my friends
Those of you who know me well, know that j’adore la Tour Eiffel. No matter how many times I see it, it still sets my heart a flutter. I love it morning, noon, or night.
But what I really love about MY tower, as we call it chez nous, is when it sparkles every hour on the hour from sundown to midnight. Not only is it plain lovely to see, but it always makes me smile to hear the crowds who are seeing it light up for the very first time.
The communal “Ooooooh!” and gasps of surprise and awe make my evening trot around the Champ de Mars with Taz so happy, and reminds me that I am the luckiest girl in the world to live in the City of Light and Sparkles!
Champ de Mars: the expansive green area at the foot of the Eiffel Tower extending to École Militaire (literally the field of Mars)
chez nous: at our house
J’adore la Tour Eiffel.: I adore/love the Eiffel Tower