Ahh, springtime. There are few places as wonderful as France to really feel apart of the changing of the seasons. I've never lived in a place which experiences such marked change from one moment to the next. Truth be told, I find the transition, in a word,...thrilling.
Admittedly a bit of an odd way to describe what happens here when the sun starts to shine, but folks in the South are not shy about expressing their springtime-amour. Off come the overcoats, out come the strappy heels & short skirts, and, most importantly, out come the French themselves.
Square, sidewalks, & bistros are full of locals enjoying those famously-long French lunches or just simply lingering over the day's newspaper & a glass of wine. The arrival of spring allows the French to do what they do best: return to the slow groove of cafe culture.
Given the traditionally frost-bitten winters of Provence, this resurgence is well-deserved (& anticipated) and makes the seasonal transition all the more dramatic.
Along with the flowering mimosas, clear skies over the Mediterranean, and the first "chin-chin's" of glasses filled with Rose, spring in Provence is truly a wonderful experience.
How are you celebrating springtime in your corner of the world?