And so, a few weeks ago I went to Paris. I expected it to be grey (the forecast said it would rain and when is the forecast ever wrong?) and it wasn't. It was bright, and full of colour. It was unexpected. I remembered the pages I had ripped out of a magazine a few months previously, and stuck on my wall - photographs from the book Paris in Color by Nichole Robertson. You can read the story of that here.
Blue was first and now it's yellow's turn.