In Le Dreich of the Night

Paris When It Sizzles Poster 2

There’s this memory of a 1960’s Audrey Hepburn flick running through my mind as I walk down the smirr-soaked streets of the Marais the Saturday night before New Year’s. It’s not My Fair Lady, nor Breakfast at Tiffany’s, as the latter I recall is definitely more Big Apple than La Grosse Pomme.

In the beautiful City of Lights, c’est impossible not to feel alive regardless of a damp neck and even danker toes – as when the sparkle hits a café pavement and the precip trickles from the canopy, there’s no other place in the world to be- than in Paris when it drizzles.

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