I just spent part of the holidays back in NJ shoveling snow (and bitching about it) and telling my family how it almost NEVER snows in Paris, at least not so's you'd really notice it.
So naturally... it's been snowing, REALLY snowing, all morning. No major accumulation per se (nothing like we typically get in the Northeastern U.S.), but enough that our gardienne scattered some salt on the cobblestones in our courtyard, and I had to sweep the step before the boys came home for lunch so it wouldn't be so slippery.
I've been waiting for it to stop so I could go out to the bank and do a little food shopping and laundry; now I'm thinking I may get stuck doing those things while it snows, as it shows no signs of stopping right now.
Of course the kids are totally wired up from the snow... they came home screeching with delight as they pelted each other, and their nou-nou, with little snowballs. Oh, to be young and delighted by snow again! While I do appreciate that the snow makes everything prettier in Paris, and I won't have to shovel here... I've spent too many cold winters freezing my keister off while digging my car out of knee-deep snowdrifts to get a thrill out of snow now when I see it.
Photo, above left: Courtyard covered in powdered "sugar"
Photo, just above: Snow on bamboo
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Three hours later: still snowing. I can't believe it, but it is.
