Sunday in Paris
We planned to have a nice meal on Sunday night (Easter) before our trip on Monday.
Isn't Easter supposed to be a Springtime holiday?
It was so cold that we both bundled up -- me in a full-length down coat with hood and Terry in his overcoat, scarf, gloves. We took the metro (there are very few busses on holidays and on Sundays, so we figured that Easter would be a double-whammy to the bus schedule).
We had a great dinner in a warm little restaurant. It started to rain while we were eating. It was a freezing rain and it was coming down pretty hard. Because it was our last night, we took a little detour before getting back on the metro.
By the time we got home, we were soaked and had to put all the shoes, coats, umbrellas and gloves in the bathroom so that they would dry.
Monday in California
After a long day chez Air France, we arrived in California. At 5:30 PM it was 70 degrees and sunny. As we drove home in the cab, through rush-hour in Manhattan Beach, (Highland Ave. was bumper-to-bumper), we saw people in shorts, people walking their dogs in t-shirts, people coming up from their day at the beach.
We opened the doors and windows to let the ocean air freshen the house after being closed for so long. It's definitely Spring here.
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