是巴黎的春天!
一种nd how do I know it’s spring?
可能是树木盛开,还是太阳拼命地试图戳破灰色,多云的天空?
Might it be the luscious, ripe strawberries with verdant green stems at my market?
还是可能不再只是在咖啡馆里占据户外桌子的丰盛的非吸烟者,而是每个人都希望抓住阳光的阳光?
Nope.
我怎么知道是春天?
It’s because the speedy folks atLa Poste—just yesterday—returned an incorrectly addressed Christmas card that I’d sent way back in December, to someone who lives about a mile away, in the same city.
我迫不及待想看看夏天带来了什么。
也许还有其他?