Paris has always been, and will always be, Paris.

 

Noting quite says Paris like a macarron. For me, these little gems are so symbolic

of this city. Overpriced, yummy, luxurious, yet unassuming indulgences.

Today we had a very Parisian afternoon. We rode bikes through the 6th and

wound our way through St-Germain-des-Pres in the sun, we ate a picnic lunch of

baguette and cheeses by the Seine, then we watched the rest of Paris as they

came out of hibernation to enjoy the sunniest Sunday I can remember.

The thing about Paris in the winter is that everything is just so grey. The

buildings are grey, the sky is grey, and everything blends into one cold and sad

picture that can be quite heavy. This week, the sun has come out again, and

everything just looks that little bit more Parisian. When the sun came out last

week, I was walking to the bus stop and I caught a glimpse of the buildings that

are outside of Paris. I was standing on top of a hill, so I could see far into the

distance. It struck me that when you are in Paris, you forget that the rest of

France actually exists. Its like you are caught up in your own little world.

 At least it is a beautiful world to be in.