We've been living in the Caribbean for a few years and are not accustomed to the cold. When the temperature in Trinidad fell to 80 degrees, I usually wore a light sweater. So you can imagine the shock for all of us facing the chilly winds that still linger in Paris these March days. My son is not only getting used to the chilly air, but also to wearing clothes. His preference in clothing tended to be Pampers size 4. And that's it. Maybe, if we had company, he would wear a t-shirt. And only if we left the house did he wear shorts. So take a look at the dramatic change:
He is seen here running around in Jardin Luxembourg in a puffy red down coat and covered from head to toe. He complained the first few times but now he's come to terms with it. In this photo, he's happy chasing pigeons and glad to be nice and warm.
The good news is that there are signs that spring is coming to Paris. Trees are letting loose some tender, lovely buds and cherry blossoms are in bloom. I lived in Washington DC for many years, where we are very proud of our cherry blossoms. Their appearance always made me happy. They are like little puffs of sugar, painted with a watercolor brush to tell us that winter is over.
This is great news for us. Paris in the spring time. I dare you to think of something more beautiful.
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