Spring has arrived early in Paris. At present it is a sunny 13°C. I walk around with my coat open and my scarf in my bag. It might be a bit exaggerated, but I’m gonna enjoy it as long as it lasts.
I think locals back in the south of Holland agree with me. What is this trick? Next week the biggest party of the South starts. Carnaval! Though people wear just as little clothes as they do in Rio during carnaval, the weather is definitely not the same. Usually the short skirts, cold weather and coatless trips to the next bar, get you sick with its usual temperatures below zero. But as Sunny as it is right now, I do think march will bite us in the butt. An explanation of many Dutch expressions is that when February smiles, march will suck.
But for now, as Frank Sinatra sings: I love Paris in the springtime.
5 days left!
Dit-oui 