Today is New Year’s Day. Brr, it’s cold outside. We are happily holed up in our rented apartment in the 15th arrondissement and unwilling to leave its warmth.
After all, Paris on a Sunday is deserted. There are barely any pedestrians to be seen in her streets; we are blessed not to be amongst them. Soft snow falls from the sky, then float and drift in the gentle breeze.Continue Reading "Ten Belles, Paris"