I went back to Paris over Easter - and sang April in Paris, one of my very favourite Ella Fitzgerald songs, in my head the whole time - and it felt like a completely different city to the one I left in February. I wandered around the Jardins des Tuileries where all the bare trees were transformed into bright green, with chestnuts in blossom and blooming flowers everywhere, sat outside in cafés and didn't have to wear a coat as spring had sprung.
I visited the Musée de l'Orangerie and fell in love with Monet's les nymphéas all over again, listened to a brass band outside the Palais Royale, spent an hour or so with a book and couple of glasses of wine listening to a jazz duo in the gorgeous Le Meurice hotel bar on the Rue de Rivoli, had delicious chicken skewers and cheese naan (why aren't you more common in London?) for dinner at Marcel along the Canal Saint-Martin and watched the Eiffel Tower do her thing at night. I don't think I'll ever get bored of the city of lights.