I first started writing this post a few months ago during the start of my first Parisian summer. The original post was incredibly positive – and well, so was I. I was in dire need of long, sun filled, dress-wearing days and because of that I was immune to any negative aspects entailed in these warmer months. If something wasn’t perfect it could be made perfect by stopping for gourmet ice-cream or laying under the warm sun looking up at the Eiffel Tower. Time got away from me and I never ended up publishing that blog post. Now, looking back on it, I feel that the post is no longer relevant – It’s not that I dislike summer in Paris, it’s more that I’ve developed a love hate relationship with it. I love the vibrant flower filled parks and balconies, I love having champagne picnics, and I absolutely love the berries and stone fruit overflowing from market stalls. However, with the good comes the bad – that means constantly waiting in line for everything from toilets to museums, little relief from the heat due to the complete lack of air-conditioning, and all your favourite spots being completely overcrowded with tourists. I’m sure that in a few months’ time, once the sky is grey and drizzly and I’m tired of being bundled up in scarves and jackets, I will miss these long, warm, summer days, but for the moment the crisper, cooler autumn days could not come any sooner.