I landed in heaven. It’s sunny, in full bloom, and the air is electric. Heaven, sometimes otherwise known as a place called Paris.
The parks were flooded yesterday with Frenchies soaking up the sun. I would have loved to have joined them, but I had ground to cover.
First stop, lunch. Salut, Alain!
He read my NYT article and knows what a sucker I am for the Cornet Vegetarien. This time, I enjoyed it in the quiet Square Georges Cain.
I packed mon casque so I can Velib all week.
Which took me from the Marais through Bastille to the 11eme. The trees and flowers are especially vibrant in their spring debut.
Even the pigeons in Paris have more dignity.
By evening, the terraces and canal were jammed.
The day ended with dinner with friends and warm night air. Heaven.