We were in Paris almost five months ago, late in October. But it feels like we returned from our trip only yesterday. On our third and last day in Paris, we spent the morning wandering the city’s les passage couverts (covered passages), and the afternoon eating our way through the St. Germain neighborhood—memories of which are particularly vivid. But someone forgot to tell us about this little detail about the time. Daylight Saving time that is.
The day before, clocks were turned an hour back. And so unaware of this, we headed out to the passages an hour too early. Everything was closed, and except for some guys cleaning part of the ceiling, and a few early birds passing through, no one was there (not even security guards).
We found ourselves walking slowly from one passage to the next, not minding the quiet so much. And the hour actually moved swiftly.