I drove in to Paris for lunch with my dear friend Tish Jett today. Always an occasion to look forward to, and never ever quite long enough …. but we have a favourite restaurant where they let us linger for as long as we wish over coffee, so we put every minute to good use!
I left a cold and misty Normandy to find that a miracle had taken place in Paris and that the atmosphere was distinctly spring like. I’m not talking blossom and twittering birdsong, not quite, but still a very noticeable change to the air.
I arrived in Paris too early for our lunch date, and wandered down to the river, and then across through the Tuileries gardens before heading to the restaurant.
In the gardens, there were plenty of people leaning back and enjoying the sunshine, and I even sat down and joined them for a while.
I always love these groups of chairs left in position after the conversation is long over – there is something very melancholy in this material echo of a short moment spent together.
And as I walked out of the gardens and back across the river, I said to myself, once again, that Paris is absolutely one of my favourite cities, and that even doing nothing in particular is a good way to spend time, especially on a day like today.