"Rose" means "pink" in French.
This is just a tiny little taste of what of what springtime in Paris looks like. These photographs were taken in my neighbourhood - Colonel Fabien (which is in the 10eme/19eme arrondissements of Paris).
It seemed Colonel had had enough of his dreary grey suit; and decided it was time once again to celebrate spring by adorning these gorgeous pink blossoms.
I think every person who knows Paris and its seasons will tell you that spring is by far their favourite of all the seasons to experience in Paris (and it's easy to see why).
Growing up in South Africa, it being a much warmer country, our transitions from winter to spring are not quite as dramatic and noticeable as they are in Paris. We don't lose all our greenery in nature, nor do we actually freeze to death. But in Paris, when springtime comes, it's literally like a new life unravelling before one's eyes. Just like in the cartoons, birds are singing, bees are buzzing, flowers are blooming (and emitting sweet scents). The energy of life is making itself seen, and it's just exquisite.
"Printemps" is the French word for "spring". I like it, it sounds so fresh.
I just really loved the contrast of these geometric square shapes and patterns of the buildings in the background - it's something a little different to the architecture one usually sees of Paris.
There is a French expression about the weather that goes "Une hirondelle ne fait pas le printemps", literally meaning that "one swallow doesn't make a spring"; or rather just because we see one swallow, do not be deceived into thinking spring has arrived. Of course, the meaning of the saying goes beyond weather predictions and warns that we shouldn’t quickly jump to conclusions on the basis of one hint or sign.
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