We are in the Neverland between winter time and summer time. Back in the US, Daylight Saving Time began on March 14 and they've had an extra hour of daylight for the last two weeks. European Summer Time doesn't begin until March 28, this coming Sunday. So when I noticed this evening that the sky was still quite light at 7:00 p.m. I suddenly realized that it will be 8:00 p.m. next week. We've been denied that extra hour for two whole weeks, that great feeling of longer, lazier days beginning. I know it's a political construct and the day is not really longer, but I wish it had happened on March 14 here as well.
Practically speaking it really does finally seem to be spring. I can tell because the skateboarders around the pool at the Palais de Tokyo have taken their shirts off. And the street trees are just beginning to show buds at the ends of their bare branches. And people are sitting around the fountain at Saint Sulpice and la Fontaine des Innocents near Les Halles, just killing time and enjoying the sunshine.
The other thing about spring of course, the thing one forgets in the first happy flush of warm weather, is that it rains. And that it always rains just when you plan a vacation. So our planned jaunt to Brittany this weekend will include an umbrella and though we hope it will be dry, we're prepared. Prepared for the oysters, the crêpes, the cider, the unpronounceable place names, and the sea. I'm really happy about the sea.