The half marathon could not have been scheduled for a more perfect day . . . and more importantly it was also International Women’s Day in Paris! Everyone was out. We walked the race route from the Arsenal along the Seine and sat at a cafe near the Hotel de Ville waiting for the runners to pass this half-way mark, colors streaking by, hands raised in appreciation for the cheering crowds and for the joyful noise of amazing musicians on many corners, making the turn to streak back in the opposite direction.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
One group of musicians playing during the marathon recognized Women’s Day with fun . . . all the horn players painted their nails bright red and had lacy red bras dangling from the bells of their instruments – it was a glorious day.
The Winter Mooring period officially ends as March winds subside and winter’s startling bright blue skies give way to the coming springtime’s wet grey days. Already crocuses and primroses burst on the borders of garden paths. And pushy purple vinca surrounds bunches of bright jonquils standing tall. All around the city the first blush appears on the flowering trees and benches fill as office workers pour into the pocket parks for lunchtime picnics. I am filled with an undefinable hope when seeing nature change – and anticipate all the good things that will come with it. I like Gustav Mahler’s sentiment: “Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again!