À DÉTESTER: Waiting

Le Jardin du Luxembourg.

It's that time of year again during which all of Paris seems to be ... waiting.  Waiting for the sun to reemerge, waiting for the brouillard (fog) to clear, waiting for the chestnut trees to blossom — waiting for spring.  

Whenever the sun does peek out from behind the layers of cloud, the more optimistic café owners haul their chairs out to their sidewalk terraces, hoping to draw a few more clients. Of course les terrasses with heat lamps are crowded all winter, mostly with smokers who are keen to enjoy their coffee with cigarettes outside, and not without cigarettes inside.

But once the weather does take a turn for the better, every café with outdoor seating will be packed.  This is a moment of the year that I adore — in one afternoon, suddenly tout le monde is out, and in high spirits, too.  Today, though, it's still winter.  I have a clear view of the Eiffel Tower from my apartment, but this morning it is completely obscured by mist. A sure sign that this is another day of ... waiting.

Comments

[Delana]

We don't wait so long down here in Provence. Maybe it's time for a little vacation in the south!

[JA, your Foreign Parts Correspondent]

Rub it in ... I would love to take a trip 'down south' right now!