Dreary Days & Parc Buttes Chaumont

I wouldn’t be the first to say a grey day in Paris can be grim. It can be worse when you’re looking out the windows of your atelier and it appears your balcony is flooding, or it just seems to you that your balcony is flooding because you’ve been looking at a blank Word document for three hours and the Muse hasn’t showed up with coffee yet or even called to say when she might pop by. In reality it’s not even raining (though you’ve got a crick in your shoulder that’s more accurate than meterolog