It will be impossible to separate this trip from what happened last weekend, but for the purposes of this blog post, that’s what we’re going to do. We’re happy that we and our friends are safe and confused and utterly devastated about the rest. Neither of us feel like writing about it. If you want to talk more, send us an email.
The Spanish (and in this case, immigrants) know how to have a good time. It may be why their economy remains one of the worst in Europe, but dammit, they won’t let you visit without completely sucking you in. As a first-timer, I am hooked and cannot wait to go back.
When it comes to seasons in Paris, spring gets all the glory. And truthfully, it’s hard to argue against it. The flowers are in bloom, little birds flit through the gardens, and everything feels all dreamy and romantic. But Paris is great all year (except in August when almost everything shuts down), and we have particularly enjoyed this fall.