Henry Miller once wrote: “When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.” While this analogy may have benefited from some creative license, it is certainly true that April in Paris (let’s face it, real spring starts in April, if you’re lucky) brings an incomparable energy to the city; a true joie de vivre proliferated by an endless flow of rosé. Practically overnight, the entire Parisian population spills out into the streets and onto the open terraces, park lawns, and banks of the Seine, in an effort to make up for months of hibernation.
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