It has been a whirlwind since we returned from our trip to Paris earlier this month. It is strange how quickly things change and that those memories of us walking hand in hand along the Jardin de Tuileries have already become fainter in our minds. Perhaps this is one of the reasons that I love the power of a photograph so much that it succeeds where our memories fail.
We’ve had a grey and rainy week in Perth and it seemed fitting to accompany the weather with the sparseness of Paris in early Spring. I commented to a friend that Paris this time was totally different with the trees bare as it allowed us to see more of the city without the shelter of full trees. I have another post coming that is loaded with the vibrance of Paris in springtime but for now here are the bare bones of Paris awaiting the warmer weather and the bud of leaves to once again soften its landscape.