Source: Lost in Cheeseland
This weather cycle has played out a few times since I’ve lived in Paris. Winter arrives abruptly then proves abnormally gentle and mild, spring surfaces unexpectedly in March and then thoughtlessly abandons us in April and May until summer swaggers in after much anticipation toward the end of June. Like much of Western Europe right now, we’ve entered the sphere of spring while our friends on the east coast are still trying to unravel themselves from what seems like a permanent blanket of white. It’s euphoric, it’s premature-allergy-inducing and it’s a sign that we’re one step closer to sundress season.