That said, skip the incessant rain and unreliable temperatures and come during the winter for the alarmingly crisp blue skies, the ice skating at Hôtel de Ville (or if you’re here for the holidays, inside the Grand Palais), the boutiques that cajole with their festive window displays and twinkle lights, and the rich and toothsome seasonal dishes that warm the soul. But if those things aren’t enough of a draw, perhaps the expats below will be able to convince you:
** One my favorite things about winter in Paris is the selection of…
Unlike most of my expat entourage, I rarely welcome visitors. Blame ever-demanding schedules, depleting funds, lack of interest or wanderlust for more exotic, even tropical destinations. But among those who have traversed the ocean just to spend time eating and living like a local, more than half have made the journey toward the end of autumn or in the throes of winter – a surprising and particularly frosty time, you might think, to explore the storied streets of Paris. Yet with each passing year, it is the spring season that proves erratic and increasingly bleak – gray skies and rain blanket the city meant to be awash in bright sunlight.
