A friend who posts here sometimes has been whisked off to Paris by her family for a special birthday.
She has written us a message full of excitement and discovery, and we - her widespread circle of friends who use the Internet to keep in touch - are delighted. And a bit envious.
Paris - the heart of Paris - hits you in surprising ways. On a sunny spring day, it is like a huge carnival, with something lively and exciting in every corner.( I thought it was appropriate that the museum of Paris is called Carnavalet. It has become one of our favorite places in the city.)
Paris when it drizzles is no less enchanting. (It drizzled so much last trip that I had to reach into my photo archives for a picture of Notre Dame from April 2005.) But Paris under gray skies is always oddly familiar to me. As a child, dreaming of a city I had yet to visit, I perceived there were parts of the city that were crowded and gritty and even a bit tawdry. I have found them and embraced them. They are at their best - their grittiest - on overcast, even sodden days.
Have a wonderful time, A! I will be thinking of you!