I've walked holes in the tops and bottoms of my shoes this year. It's been a year of exploring, learning to live in a new(ish) city (again) and new experiences. For example, I asked the other day, completely in French, if it was possible to have a green salad in place of the linguine at a famously snooty-serviced restaurant that previously I would have been terrified to attempt this in. (Shut up, that's a big deal for me.) AND THEY UNDERSTOOD.
Winter has arrived, slowly, to the city. It's not bitter cold yet, but as soon as the sun sets you feel the nip. The days though, are lovely. Brisk, sunny/cloudy, and interspersed with rain storms from time to time. In effect, my absolute favourite type of weather. If you know me, you know I like to layer clothes (hello my dear sweater vests, how I have missed you), and this is the only time of year to do it. If it gets colder it goes from layering to bundling...and that's juat marshmallowtown. I wish it was like this all year. Honestly!
It's also nice to have a break from the masses of tourists. November is a bit of a dead zone, tourist-wise, before it ramps up again for Christmas. I was able to walk through St. Germain without having to supersidestep anyone because they were too busy reading their map/smartphone/staring at something off to the side today, which was neat. I also spied several open seats at Café Flore, which is a rare occurrence.
So yes, here we are at December's doorstep (how? how??) and life goes on, as it always has, in Paris. That dog in the window though, huh? What a stupid face!