Spring in Paris - and there are signs of beauty in natureand people.
A word of caution to the married though - Paris does indeed mock of married people in the sense of Shakespeare's poem "Spring'. There is an excess of gorgeous people to found on the streets of this equally stunning city. Woe to all who are married during this oncoming season where both the beauty of the city's people and nature are on such wonderful display!
Spring
William Shakespeare
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear
