Les Cloches de Pâques

On average I walk around six kilometres a day in Paris, which is easy in a city as flat as a pancake and helps to balance out my pastry intake. As I traipsed around this week I was showered in cherry blossom petals, which tumbled at the merest hint of a breeze and floated down to carpet the pavement. Less sympa was the birch tree pollen that slowly wafted along in huge fluffy bundles, leaving tickled noses and scratchy eyes in its wake.