Sun Is Shining, The Weather Is (About) Sweet

I was longing for a sunny, sweet day in the otherwise gloomy, grey-skeyed, coldish Paris. Heck, this is Spring or so they said on TV (and of course, you do believe whatever they say right?). Nuff' talk. See for yourself if you don't believe me. Picture shot this morning when going to work. This is Boulevard Haussmann if you care. The picture was taken by a cheap camera embodied in a far-from-cheap phone.

Oh, and as any other cheap wannabe open-minded, cool Parisian, I usually take the Velib' (an almost free bike service in Paris) for 10 minutes or so to go from Chatelet to work. My path takes me through Avenue de l'Opera where I can see the beautiful Opera in all its majesty shining when Sun is not slacking.

Just a small dose of this miraculous Sun makes me wanna grow wings and fly over to it like Icarus. The only thing that is preventing me from doing so is that very small, insignificant hurdle called Evolution. Damn ! Darwin, why did you have to provide such a theory? It would have been far easier if we were ruled by Creationism (or even its reduced-price version, Intelligent Design). I'd just pray the Flying Spaghetti Monster and I'd grow some hypish Pastafarian wings in no time. Damn Damn Damn.