Hello! Happy April to everyone.
I’m posting something short (relatively, for me) and quick — **GASP** — I know, so unlike me, eh? 😉
But I wanted to post a couple of photos and links with some information of things you might want to check out. Keep reading to find out what!
Paris in the Springtime
A dear friend of mine, Sarah, came to visit me all the way from Germany this past weekend, and we were able to walk around the Parc des Buttes Chaumont here in the 19th with her and her mother and sister. Such a lovely time of year! The photos featured here are ones I took on our walk together.
In fact, there is an article featuring more of my photos on the Girls Guide to Paris entitled “Why Bloggers Love Paris in the Springtime” by Shannon Vettes of Je Ne Sais Quoi Blog. Taken last April (2010) in the Parc des Buttes Chaumont, I am really proud of how they appear in the article. Go check them out!
Since there were 15 or so bloggers contributing, my writing got a wee bit edited for space (and content? Did it suck that bad? LOL), so I thought I would post in entirety here what I originally wrote:
Springtime in Paris. Yes, even one such as me who is often ambivalent about the City of Light has to say that the hype is absolutely all true: Paris in the springtime on a warm, sunny day is as delightful as puppies and kittens and rainbows and laughter. Paris in the springtime is so sweet it takes the most sour of attitudes and infuses them with sugar sprinkles. Meandering amongst the flowering trees in the parks of Paris makes me feel like love’s first blush. As winter’s cold, dank bite gives way to dewy, green leaves and floral displays that make fashion runways look bland, I, too, find my cold heart melting towards Paris, and I understand why people adore her so. A prescription to make a Grinchy-type heart grow three sizes too big? It’s not a Cindy Lou Who and Christmas in Whoville. It’s Paris, in springtime.
My favorite place to experience springtime? Paris’s parks, of course, especially the one closest to me, the Parc des Buttes Chaumont. If you have the luck to be in Paris in late April or early May, and during a day when the sun is shining, the glories of springtime can best be seen in Paris’s grand parks scattered throughout the city. But, even just a stroll down Paris sidewalks as the spring foliage is sprung by Mother Nature is delightful.
An Upcoming Book Review
Late last month, I was invited by a representative of Broadway Paperbacks (an imprint of Crown Publishing Group, which is a division of Random House, Inc.) to review David Downie’s re-issue of PARIS, Paris: Journey Into the City of Light (it is available as of today, April 5, 2011 at your local bookseller or here at Amazon.com. And no, I am not a part of their affiliate program — I just put the link there so you could check things out if you like! I actually vote you go to your local independent bookseller to purchase the book, if at all possible).
I am in the middle of writing the review now and also hope to coordinate some input from the author, Mr. Downie, if I can pull it together in the next couple of days. But, I wanted to give the book mention today since it is the book’s official release, which also happens to mark the author’s arrival in Paris 25 years ago. Congratulations, Mr. Downie, on your Arrival in Paris Anniversary and on the re-release of this revised, expanded, and updated title!
I’m looking forward to presenting the review here in the next few days. Since today’s theme is “Springtime,” I thought I would include a little excerpt of Downie’s book here, from the chapter entitled “In the Spring,” as a preview of what’s to come. Enjoy.
Anticipation, the weathering of that seemingly interminable Paris fall and winter, is what makes the spring so special here. It’s as much of a question of your state of mind as of meteorological phenomena. After a few false starts in February and early March, when picnickers are snatched off benches by icy claws, a sudden change occurs. The roasted-chestnut sellers stow their steel drums and shopping carts, reappearing with fresh-cut mimosa in hand. Lap dogs appear sans doggie jackets. Tulips and forget-me-nots pop up in the Luxembourg Gardens. Bright little sailboats skim across pools in the Tuileries. The bellwether youths of the Latin Quarter dress even more cavalierly than usual — a shirt and a loose-knit sweater, or a thin blazer with a scarf tossed defiantly around a ruddy neck…. C’est le printemps.
(pages 207 & 211)
Just a taste of what I am really enjoying. More soon!
Until then, à bientôt. Here is one more glimpse of Paris in the Springtime for you before I bid you adieu:
Ciao for now —
(an alien parisienne)