In the Winter, When it Drizzles

I love Paris in the winter!

The Louvre Palace is free of tourist crowds but filled with the unofficial bird of the City of Light. When Paris fell under siege during the war of 1870-71 the first public "air mail" postal service was created. Hot air balloons carried the mail out of Paris and carrier pigeons brought the messages back into the walled city.

Winter is a quiet time, a time for reflection.

The Seine, like Ol' Man River, keeps rollin'' along. Always on the move, forever changing, yet always the same river that flows eternal.

A time to look for the future. (If you can find it!)

Then the sun shows itself and it's a time for celebration. La joie de la vie!

During the Paris winter every moment of sunshine is joy — a treasure to be honored with an act of wild abandonment.



– Michael Saint James in Paris, France

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