Paris in October. A morning bus ride in, to see the sights for a day. “Unusually cold!” they said. “More like January weather!” they assured. Bundled in all the layers I packed, and braving the front of the river boat to snap the Eiffel Tower. I was sure I saw a snowflake.
But no matter. I’ll be back. In the Spring, I’ve decided. When the flowers are blooming and the sun welcomes all the patio dining back out. When evening strolls help keep the days alive longer.
A taste of Paris. All I had, but all I needed to know there was more. I’ll come for those floral prints an artist was selling by the river. Also for another crepe and espresso I’m sure. Until then.