THERE IS A LINE in Ernest Hemingway's A Moveable Feast that says, “When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest”, and that is how we're feeling at this very moment, after a walk in the palm-tree laden jardins ...
. . . blossoms and butterflies and open-toed shoes, champagne picnics and blowing kisses, sunshine on bare shoulders and new...