I had dinner with Melissa, Richard and Vincent last night—four New Yorkers cavorting on the canal—and we found ourselves in the middle of an urban wind tunnel. Out of nowhere, the air was chilly and the breeze invited jackets.
But today is a whole other story. Hot, humid… hello, summer. It’s one of the few days where you actually need air conditioning.
Everyone keeps saying this is the first summer Paris has had in years. I love it. Such a lucky, lucky girl.