Unfortunately, it's somewhat less so in Paris: Only recently have the leaves changed color, and it's already pretty chilly. Apple-picking is hardly a pastime and pumpkin-flavored anything is harder to find. Blue skies are also a rarity. My favorite season here has been marked by rain, lots and lots of it.
It does make it easier to coop up in my apartment and do schoolwork though. Or venture to a café and discover that although it may not feel like fall to me, Paris appreciates seasonal menus as well.
[butternut squash & carrot soup]
[salad of fall greens, persimmon, and fingerling potatoes]
Not to mention that the walks to and from whichever café are always scenic, right?
And when it gets to me--the gray skies, the wet shoes, the cold winds, and above all else, the grad school stress--I can always meet a friend at a local brasserie for a glass of wine and the most comforting of simple French comfort food (in my opinion): the croque madame.
Sometimes all it takes is a step back to find that particular beauty to autumn in Paris, too.
