Walking through Paris in spring, you start to think about earthly utopias. It’s tricky to describe the city on the first sunny day of the season, because it’s been done so often before. As Ella Fitzgerald and everyone else sang:
... April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
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