Printemps

n. – spring
Well I’m not the first and won’t be the last to say this, but Paris is really something in the spring. It’s as if the city literally opens up as the flowers and trees start to bloom. The sky reflects a rainbow of colors. Its soft blue background provides a palette for the floating white clouds which shift to shades of pale yellow, orange, pink, mauve and even red as the sun shines in all of its different spots before settling peacefully later and later. It’s during this time when Paris not only inspires great artists, but inspires the artist in everyone.

The luminosity and radiance of the day give way to an equally spectacular Paris by night. Sunlight is replaced by the lights of the city illuminating its monuments. Statues are bathed in iridescence with their gold accents shining brilliantly. The lights reflect off the Seine causing it to sparkle. And to top it all off, there is the hourly twinkling of the Eiffel Tower. We’re spoiled with not only a view of the top of the tower, but also a view of its reflection in far away windows creating a firework like effect when the lights are shimmering. I can stand gazing at it all for hours and it comes as no surprise how Paris got its nickname, La Ville-Lumière or City of Lights.