Given my oft stated zest for fall foliage, the Hotel de Ville rooftops peeking out over a gathering of golden trees naturally catches my eye. I’m also tangentially reminded of someone’s observation (a painter’s or photographer’s I think) that the trees in Paris look like cabbages. Over time that image has stuck with me and is conjured whenever the trees along the Seine are at their rounded green fullest (examples here and here). My fuzzy memory suggests (quite possibly unreliably) that the cabbage comparison was used to express a preference for the look of Paris when the trees are bare. I like that bare branches reveal rather than hide what’s nearby, plus they form their own engaging patterns, but the presence of leafless trees also means it’s probably rather cold outside — a definite trade-off in my book.