There’s something magical that happens to Paris in the springtime, when the city has defrosted, people begin packing onto the outdoor patios of the cafes again, and the sidewalks turn into a parade of warm weather fashions.
My last trip here in January was a wholly different experience popping in and out of the metro to get from one neighborhood to the next as a quick refuge from the bitter cold. While there’s something to be said about visiting a destination city in the off-season when you feel like you’re living like a local, I couldn’t wait this time to meander around on foot with my camera, even at the risk of being out-ed as a (gasp!) tourist.