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.
Mais Oui Paris 