Last Friday was gorgeous. While we were walking to class there was still a nip in the air but it carried the promise of warmth. When class was over we lugged our books and packed lunches (yes, we are over 30 and still hauling backpacks with packed lunches and schoolbooks) to the Luxembourg gardens and joined the other sun worshippers lined up against a baking wall of the Luxembourg museum. And there we sat for two hours soaking up all the sun we possibly could. And we were in good company.
Remember all those chic Parisians you read about? Well, apparently if they’re over 50 and have therefore retired, they spend entire days sitting in the sun, pant legs very unfashionably rolled up over their knees, shirts pulled down off their shoulders or just taken completely off, socks pushed down into puddles around their ankles, roasting their wrinkly skin. There is nothing chic, nothing fashionable, and nothing sophisticated about it. And Scotty and I were more than happy to join this crew. We’ve even managed to diminish that winter pallor that plagues us. It was heavenly. And it brought back so many memories from the July we spent here in 2009. There was that wonderful warmth, an added vigor in the air, a desire to sit around on any open space with friends and sip a lovely chilled rosé.
That evening we took a walk and enjoyed the balmy air. One could almost smell the ocean in it – although I’m pretty sure that’s impossible but both of us swore we could scent some salt.
The weekend ended up being chilly and rainy but we were happy for our reprieve. It filled my head with anticipation of spring, picnics by the Seine, late night wanderings. After a mild, but decidedly dreary couple of months, I am excited!