Although we have had to bring the wool coats and scarves back out of the closet (ugh), the visual transformation of Paris from winter to spring is almost complete. I have to say that I really loved Paris in the winter. Most of the trees here are deciduous, and the winter light changes the city dramatically. I also loved the stark lines of the naked trees against the sky. It was lovely. However, now that the green canopy over the city has returned, I find that I love it in a whole new way. Rarely do I find myself on a street that is not almost completely shaded by new, bright green leaves. And why do I hate topiaries and unnaturally pruned shrubbery in Houston, but find the square French trees perfectly acceptable, if not darn right charming? It’s shear madness, I tell you! (get it?)
It has been fun watching my familiar ground turn from brown to green. I am not very good about taking pictures at exactly the same spot at different times, but here are some old and new photos taken pretty close to each other.