As we get ready to leave France, spring is setting in for the third time since we arrived. Yesterday the temperature gauge outyside the chemist here reached 29 degrees at 5 o'clock. I've sen it as low as minus seven, so I'll take it, although another gauge down the road indicated 26. It was more than shirtsleeves warm. The weekend forecast is up to 30.

The trees are putting on their twinkling green sparkle again. The tables falling out from the cafes are laughing and playing in the evening warm. Lovers are lighting up and flirting and the air has gone soft.

We'll miss this.