paris in springtime

is absolutely gorgeous.
and grand.
and well, very french.

thanks so much to m for her generosity.
there’s no way we could have known a year ago that in contrast to the admin law that we were studying, just 12 months later we would be walking the cobbled streets of paris together. life, the unpredictable, strikes again.

despite the fear of crazy demonstrations, most of paris was tranquil.
i guess that’s the take-away lesson: don’t believe everything to hear cos almost everywhere i go these days has bad reviews but in fact they’ve all turned out to be quite nice (thankfully).

more on this when i get over jet lag and recover from the crazy backlog here.