On January 11th, during one of the coldest winters that Paris has experienced for a long time, we put on our warmest coats, scarves, hats and gloves, grabbed our suitcases and went up to the street to meet our taxi. Two airline meals and four movies later, we landed in San Francisco. It was overcast that day, but not cold, and for the next few weeks, we enjoyed warm sunny days, and we loved being able to walk out the door without dressing for winter.
We had a wonderful time visiting family and friends, and fell in love with San Francisco all over again.
Back in Paris in mid-March, we found spring had arrived here too.