I’m cheating today. This is a vicarious visit. Oh yes, I have experienced April in Paris, more than once, and it never loses its magic in spite of all the grubbiness and squalor. My granddaughter and her husband are there right now, seeing all the sights and falling under that age-old spell. The perfect place and time for a young couple in love. I do wish them both a very happy and blessed Easter and thanks for the photos that have brought back memories.
I mentioned that translucent green of fresh foliage in my April poem intro – this captures it!
A few more impressions of what makes Pari special: