Summer In Paris

If you want to know what summer in Paris is (or should) be like, well, we invite you to our apartment in the winter, where we might as well be in the middle of the desert, for all I care, because while it's Siberia outside, the collective heating arrangement makes us toast here on the inside and a little too much so if you ask me. We pull out the summer PJs around this time of year. At least, unlike during the summer time when you can't escape the heat, we can open the windows and let in some cold air, but it's such a shame to waste so much energy on heat when we aren't even using it.

Unfortunately, the Christmas tree didn't survive the summer drought and probably could have used more of that Siberian climate. For the second year in a row, our Christmas tree looks like a bunch of dried herbs ready to be thrown into a stew and it's probably a fire hazard with the lights that still shine despite the lack of evergreen luster.

I tried putting water in the base and opening the window on a daily basis, but the summer was just too rough.

We're still not getting a fake one. But, next year, we might not go with Ikea. What kind of Christmas trees do they have in the desert?