At first I thought Paris was different because I hadn’t been there in a while. Then I thought about it. Not just a while, a lonnnnng while. This was my first time in Paris where it wasn’t just passing through since 1991, 23 years. Then I thought a little more. No, the thing that was different was that I had never been to Paris in the winter. Anyway, here are a few photos from the trip.
As an example of winter, here’s a view of the Jardin des Plantes. It was also raining at that point.
Adding a little adventure to the trip, the Seine was very high, flooding some sections of the river walkway. The right wind or a boat and it went even higher.
Now this was entirely new. This is a phenomenon that is slowly taking over any bridge in Paris where you can fit a lock. Maybe it saves people from covertly scraping names in the stone.