Paris in the Springtime

The reason I haven't posted before now (and I know I often start of my posts like this) is because I've had a difficult time trying to work out how to describe the Eiffel tour.
As I stood underneath the tower, I couldn't help but think it looked a little menacing. There are a lot of thin metal bars that look entirely unnecessary and so for the last three weeks I've being trying to articulate what it reminded me of AND this is what I could come up with.

At some angles the Eiffel tour looks like some elaborate Victorian torture device, except not one that was ever used for torture. no, the Eiffel tower looks like an ornate torture device created by a wealthy but mad, youngish Victorian man and presented at dinner parties, turning what was a lovely evening into a very uncomfortable one. Jokes made to alleviate the sombre mood falling flat, people not knowing exactly what to say and making their excuses to leave before desert.
Could my imaginary Victorian torture device be described as a folly...

Moving Picture (Julia & John's trip to Paris)

Amelie doesn't really have a soundtrack. That's just the way France sounds.
C'est vrai!

the national pastime

Julia and John's blog dialogue:

Me: "hey, I updated my blog. Are you proud of me"

John: "yeah, sure. It's great (subtext: not so great)

Me: " what do you mean? (subtext: paranoid)

John: " you do realize you wrote a post about the weather"

It's true. How dull, but I'm a Canadian living in England, I don't stand a chance...

weather

The weather today was amazing. I was too hot in my spring jacket. It felt like the last day of school.

On Sunday, the weather wasn't so good. But I went out to one of my favourite places in London -- Colombia Rd Flower Market --anyway.
The rain didn't stop the people and it felt quite romantic wandering around in the rain carrying my 1 quid roses. (if you go late (2ish) everything goes 2 for a fiver or better!).