In my experience, February is normally a month best forgotten: short on sunlight, the slump of winter, gray despair stretched to the limit. No wonder the Calendar Guys made it the shortest month. And there is the cruel addition of an extra 24 hours of February this year, which is une année bissextile -- a leap year.
But it's impossible to be down in the dumps when the blue sky beckons, and the sun warms the afternoon to about 62°F. All this and Paris, too.