We watch the sun come up, it’s calling, I want another day with you...

Printemps à Paris and there is a definite je ne sais quoi in the air. Namely because it escapes me why the Parisiens are still walking around in thick coats and wooly scarves in this 18° heat, but also because there is something about the city at this time of year that makes it more irrestible than ever.

The first sign of sun in France and the French don't immediately dig out their shortest skirts and flip flops and head to the nearest beer garden. No, the Parisiens maintain that ever stylish status and take advantage of the outdoor seating at every café, knowing by heart which ones the sunlight spills onto, and continue to sip on their café crèmes and casually drag their cigarettes. They also take advantage of generous amount of incredible public parks situated in breath-taking spots around the city. Still smoking their cigarettes but also sharing a bottle of wine over a gossip with friends, relaxing with a loved one, or taking time out to read a novel, either way they are soaking up the rays without a pint of cider in their hand and their shirts folded up round their waists for ultimate tan exposure. And English as I am, I quite like it. 

Spending my afternoons chilling with my favourites in the Louvre gardens, whether revising for mid-terms, listening to Chase & Status or having general banter, and spending the light evenings swapping the Metro for lazy strolls along the Seine must have prompted my inner French girl to come out and play as this week I have found myself partaking in significantly more French culture, to name a few examples:

• I've found myself purchasing a 90c stick from a regular bakery on a regular basis and boy am I going to miss them when I leave.
• I have been reading my book at every available opportunity, even perfecting the 'I'm-so-used-to-the-Metro-I-can-read-my-book-instead-of-holding-on' stand. I honestly can't put The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo down.
• I have worn a scarf everyday the temperature has been in double figures. In fact I don't think I could ever leave my room without one in fear of the reaction I would get..
• Spent afternoons sitting outside cafés for way longer than required and way after finishing our beverages. Which also nearly always results in taking advantage of the city's free WiFi, getting out a Mac and impulsivly booking travel tickets...'iya Amsterdam!
• Going to a Parisien house party with non-English speaking Frenchies and learning French drinking games...French culture to an extent, no?
• Finding French artists and falling for their musical style and of course, that accent.

Despite however I spend these gorgeous Spring days in Paris, each day that passes leaves me a day closer to leaving this city and from the way my heart sinks every time I remember this I can finally say it's official..

Paris, Je T'Aime