January 22, 2025

Good morning!

It’s Wednesday. We may be well into January now, but the remains of the holidays are still piled high throughout Paris.

The last day to leave your Christmas tree at one of the city’s 181 fenced-in collection points was Sunday, but I’m still seeing stragglers sneak in.

Soon, the giant wood chippers will drive up and transform these mountains of past merriment into a new source of merriment: a thick and protective layer of mulch for the garden beds and paths of the city’s green spaces.

“Nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed.”

—Antoine Lavoisier

Onwards it goes, and onwards we go,

Clara