jump for joy, jump for spring. i don't even know if it's spring yet, in paris. bichonnade sure still wears enough clothes to beat the probable air's chill. instead of trying to plow sodden earth to hunt for early spring life, bespoke bichonnade sprang to mind. i know why too. in flemish the word spring means jump. and when i hear jump, jacques henri lartigue offers me the perfect excuse to expose him once again. indeed, i do so every few seasons, so watch out for the man's intentional leaps! jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, spring theme.