We had one full day in Paris in winter. Tempting as it would have been to load an agenda furiously full, we went unscripted.
January had washed Paris in a misty sepia. We set out on the relatively short walk from our Trocadero hotel toward the Eiffel Tower, inhaling the city and saying very little.
As we ascended the Tower, the patina of Paris in winter further softened.
It lay before us like a painting, shrouded, mysterious, subdued.
Along the Quai d’Orsay, the mood continued. Even the traffic noise felt suppressed.
Returning to the Trocadero, the evening had a golden glow.
This taste of Paris in winter was perfect. Our friend, Noel Morata, recently spent a perfect day in Paris, too. Check out his lovely springtime photos.