It has snowed a little bit almost every day since November 26. Which is sort of nice, but mostly not (to this summer-loving girl). But even I have to admit that today’s snowfall was magical. Giant, wet flakes spiraling past the window at the Grand Palais.
The Arc de Triomphe, even more statuesque and noble. (Now that I think of it, how insane is it that this is what I see when I get out of the Metro??)
That certain festivity in the air, with everyone rushing about trying to stay warm and dry.
Oui, it was a winter wonderland. Until it turned to nasty urban slush. And I fell. And my commute took me an hour to get across town on the Metro. Otherwise, it was wonderful.