Spring decided to come early to Paris last year, in honour of my visit. Or so I assume. I mean, it may have been for some other reason, but I can't think of any more persuasive than the fact that I was there, and I would only be there for a month. So of *course* it had to put on a show while it still had my attention.
I loved walking around Paris. Every day I would walk in a new direction, and stare up at the buildings and the sky and out across the Seine and simply enjoy being there. Silent and wonderful and full of clear skies and fresh spring smells and sights.
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