I'm a summer girl. I never like the darker, colder days of autumn that inevitably bleed into winter. I always fight the change of seasons and pray for freak heat waves (like this past week's, merci my weather gods!).
But walking around the Marais today, I couldn't deny that it's officially fall. And I sort of liked it. It reminded me of being a college student in Boston: everyone was out strolling in their tweed blazers and Ray-Bans. Sitting at cafes with coffees and chocolats. Bundled up in chunky sweaters and swaddles in scarves. Or maybe I'm just sick of fighting things I can't control.