I didn’t go to Paris expecting to see much color. In a uniform city (there’s a strict 6-story max building code) often with a backdrop of a drab, gray sky, I didn’t imagine color would be bursting at its seams like it does in Morocco or Greece.
But, if you keep your eyes open, you’ll find it:
You’ll find it in the manicured lawns of Versailles, in clusters of grapes, in neat rows of trees and in well-kept gardens.
You’ll find it in the bright, summer sky, in upholstered palace walls, and shabby-chic apartments.
You’ll find it in high-fashion storefront displays, in Berthillion ice-cream and upon quiet doorsteps.
You’ll find it in silky fabrics, in rain-kissed honeysuckle and flashy cars.
You’ll find color in Paris. It’s evasive, but it’s not understated.