Thursday, May 5, 2011
Back in Paris - especially the apartment - is lovely year round, but it's even more lovely now that the trees have leaves. It makes it less exposed and cocoons our windows and bathes our dining room in soft, summer-green light. Stepping out on the balcony means stepping out into a world completely different from the street, a world of green, open-air privacy where it feels like you could jump from the wrought-iron railing into the branches of the sycamore just about a metre away. Sometimes waking up, crossing the room sleepily to open the curtains, is like waking up in a treehouse, and it feels cool and summery and verdant.
At home, we haven't got a tree like this so close to the house - or at least not right outside my bedroom window. And our part of Paris is all streets lined with trees and quiet parks with statues and gardens, so spring has entered the city. It feels like just yesterday that it was February and I had just gotten here!
Photo from Marie Claire Maison