Monday, 20 December 2010
This time last week
I was in Paris. Well not to the exact hour, but nearly. It was cold. Oh my, it was mighty cold. But it made it even more beautiful. The cold and that deep winter blue sky made it somewhat magical.
I felt like a tourist in my own country. It was lovely and it put a great big smile on my face.
Visiting well known places was very pleasant indeed. All the meetings I have in Paris seem to be within walking distance of the Centre Pompidou, and I'm not complaining.
All those colours, that futuristic architecture, that sky.
Oh the joy of winter, before all the snow fell. It's a struggle isn't it. Let's remind ourselves of pre-snow days. It might help me forget how rubbish my commute was this morning!