I Love Paris

Spring has finally come. The weather is balmy but not too hot, everyone is riding their bicycles again and people smile (yes, Parisians are in fact capable of this facial expression). I love the way terraces overflow onto the streets and how heavy coats give way to flowy dresses – it’s like opening a bottle of champagne that has just been stirred, like peeling off the first layers of a mille feuille. Spring means you get to wear your sunglasses until 8pm. Spring means rosé and improvised drinks with friends. Spring means summer is coming, and with it, the holidays…

Spring is all of these things for me, but for one small detail. Since having kids, my capacity to improvise anything has been severely diminished. For a long time I got annoyed at the suggestion that I was not able to do what my single friends could do. It took me a little while to adapt to the fact that, barring having a live-in nanny to call upon at will, which was neither an option nor a desire, this was probably true. And whilst we make an effort to have our children adapt to our life as best we can, we of course compromise at times on what we want to give them what they need.

Last night on my way home, seeing people out and about, I had a pang of nostalgia for my kid-free life. But the beauty about kids is, that it only takes hearing their excited little voices as you walk through the door to make everything else pale in comparison. Every season is perfect with them. I love Paris in the springtime, I love Paris in the fall, I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.  



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