April in Paris, Waiting for Sunshine

The sky has turned gray lately and the bright taste of spring we arrived to has turned ashen.  The air looks like it's wet, although very little rain is actually falling.

I've been noticing how straight-lined things appear, how clipped and arranged.  A walk home from the Jeu de Paume museum through the Tuileries gardens emphasized that the only curves come from the statuary tucked among the trees. Until you get to the shallow bassin that in summer is full of brightly colored boats but now just has chairs pulled up around it to allow bundled up walkers a brief respite.

Looking off into the middle distance the Eiffel Tower looks like it's hidden behind theatrical scrims, just waiting for the curtain to lift on the show.