Lots of sailboats and kids today.

The lingering warmth lingers no longer. Winter has remembered itself. I layered up in heat absorbing dark blues and blacks and walked briskly to the Luxembourg Gardens because a day with sun is a rare event in Paris that we are obliged to enjoy. The Sunday and sun-filled blue sky drew the crowds but I patiently circled the fountain's perimeter scattered with light green metal chairs. Today, I waited for one angled into the perfect nap-with-my-face-catching-the-sun tilt.

Enjoying the sun and the tilt.

Later that evening at church, a friend won brownie points telling me I looked tan. I don't look tan, especially taking into account the only part exposed to the sun was the little percentage of me between my upper lip and my eyebrows, but the comment pleased me nonetheless.