Paris feels so different when the sun is shining.
Monday was one of those days when you feel glad to be alive.
I had a busy afternoon but decided to be a few minutes late to my knitting group...
so I could walk instead of metro from Concorde over to the American Church.
I took dozens of photos of the same views I have photographed about a hundred times before.
The Seine was a beautiful sparkling blue instead of her usual muddy gray-green...
And the lamps on the pont Alexandre were glinting in the sunlight.
If Paris is this lovely in February, I can't wait until April....
Paris feels so different when the sun is shining.
Monday was one of those days when you feel glad to be alive.
I had a busy afternoon but decided to be a few minutes late to my knitting group...
so I could walk instead of metro from Concorde over to the American Church.
I took dozens of photos of the same views I have photographed about a hundred times before.
The Seine was a beautiful sparkling blue instead of her usual muddy gray-green...
And the lamps on the pont Alexandre were glinting in the sunlight.
If Paris is this lovely in February, I can't wait until April....
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