Voici donc 60 seconds of April in Paris.
More precisely, this April.
Even more precisely, Wednesday the 11th of April, 2012, in the actual French metropolitan agglomeration, as opposed to 60 seconds of the song "April in Paris", the lyrics of which can easily lead one to believe the songwriter never actually visited Paris in April, when usually it rains cats, dogs, wild boar and giant Alsatian kangaroos.
Metaphorically speaking, bien entendu.
And not on Wednesday the 11th, évidemment.
QUESTION: Does anyone know, par hasard, exactly what sort of blossom we're admiring in the above clip?
Music: Gnossiennes °4 by Erik Satie grâce à La Pianista