Between the Seasons

I find myself feeling a bit in limbo this time of year. Holiday spirit is long gone but the winter chill still holding on. While warmer weather seems to be on the horizon, weekly forecasts leave me wondering if there will be a couple last snow days.

One of the many reasons I love Paris. Even when buried in snow in the grey of winter, the colors manage to come out…

When snow falls, the city becomes the most beautiful ghost town in the world.

But after months of cold, my coats begin to dirty, my boots begin to wear, and hot chocolate no longer tastes as good. I long for the hot days of summer out of the city…

…the sweeping views and the open skies of the Luberon…

…barefoot afternoons in the gardens of Provence…

…happy hour in quaint squares in Aix…

…beach days in Deauville hiding from the hot sun in the shadow of candy colored cabanas…

…and warm summer nights that feel a bit more magical than their colder counterparts.

My upcoming week long spring break left me eager to begin enjoying the warmer seasons. I decided to go without a ski-trip to the Alps and instead I’ll be heading to the south of France with French-Kissed. Don’t worry, my camera will be coming along for the journey. You didn’t think I would leave you behind did you?

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