It reached a broiling 36C / 97F in Paris this weekend, which was *almost* a treat given the cold and gloomy summer we’ve had here in London. It was Paris, though, not Austin, so there weren’t many places where we could take refuge in air-conditioning.
Most Parisians leave the city in August (pour les vacances d’ete), leaving the city oddly quiet. We stayed in the 3 arrondissement (Le Marais) which had a delightfully slow sleepy feel. The one bummer is that a lot of great restaurants we had hoped to try were closed. Can you imagine taking a whole month off from work?
For other Parisians trapped in the city in August, the city turns part of its riverbank into a makeshift beach (“Paris Plage”) complete with lounge chairs and sand sculptures. I snapped a few pics as I ran past on an early morning run.