‘I love Paris in the springtime,” Ella Fitzgerald once sang, and why not? A glass of wine in a cafe, flowers and budding trees along the Seine, the Eiffel Tower before the summer crowds take over and perhaps the prospect of love itself, especially.
‘I love Paris in the springtime,” Ella Fitzgerald once sang, and why not? A glass of wine in a cafe, flowers and budding trees along the Seine, the Eiffel Tower before the summer crowds take over and perhaps the prospect of love itself, especially.