Today would be quite a nice day. In April. Donning jeans and a sweater, plus a little jacket because it’s that cold, I set out across the Pont des Arts at lunch for my favorite salad. And, just to add insult to injury, it started raining. Just a light but steady pitter-patter, oui, just like April showers.
I am now as officially obsessed with as I am bitter about the weather.