Itโs Spring in Paris!
And how do I know itโs spring?
Could it be the trees that are blooming, or the sun desperately trying to poke through the gray, cloudy skies?

Might it be the luscious, ripe strawberries with verdant green stems at my market?
Or could it be that itโs no longer just the hearty non-smokers occupying the outdoor tables in the cafรฉs, but everyone, hoping to catch a sliver of sunshine?

Nope.
How do I know itโs spring?
Itโs because the speedy folks at La Posteโjust yesterdayโreturned an incorrectly addressed Christmas card that Iโd sent way back in December, to someone who lives about a mile away, in the same city.
I canโt wait to see what summer brings.
Maybe some of the others?







