Monday, February 22, 2010

Sunday morning in the park

I decided I needed a dose of nature Sunday morning when I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and couldn’t fall back asleep after an hour of trying. So I hopped on a Velib and pedaled through the small streets of the first and second arrondisements as the sun came up. It was calm and peaceful, if a little chilly, but the perfect solo act first thing in the morning. And then I hit the Tuileries for my fix of green.

Needless to say, it was a barren wasteland.

Not exactly the lush, vibrant, manicured landscapes we imagine in Paris.

We’re still waiting for spring. Everyone is dying for it—dying to shed the hats and gloves, to sit outside on café terraces and picnic blankets, to just be comfortable again.

Day by day, we’re getting there.

1 comment:

  1. I am right there with you! I am ready for warmth, for green, for margaritas in the proper season!