It’s a grey mid-winter week in Germany. I miss sunshine and green grass underfoot, and I find myself daydreaming about warmer places and times.
Places like Paris, maybe.
There is something about Paris. It’s astonishingly beautiful, elegant, and delicious. It may be a big city with the trappings of crazy traffic, the hum and drone of business, the crushing throng of summer tourists, but it rises above that in every moment. The beauty and joie de vivre is always what stands out. It’s the sort of place where even the mundane becomes majestic. And in summertime it absolutely shimmers.