Just when I was beginning to miss fuzzy sweaters, boots, scarfs and general city clothes... It is so cold and wet in Paris every time we go out we end up holed up in a cafe seeking refuge. The summer sales are in full swing and I must admit it's strange to see shops filled with tanks and shorts that have little hope of ever being worn. I suppose this is why all of Paris is on vacation in August. At least there is tea and cake and wine and coffee to keep us warm. Who knows maybe next week Theo and I can put on some summer shorts and ride our beautiful bike in the forest.
