The weather in Paris is like grandpa’s driving: likely to give you whiplash.
Sunday night, when I got home from Biarritz, it was so hot that I could barely sleep. Which lead to a dramatic lightening storm Monday night that cooled everything down.
By mid-week, it was downright chilly, and I had to scarf-up again.
This morning: glorious. A pitch-perfect sunny day. Except the fog and clouds have rolled in over the past two hours.