It is officially COLD here in Paris. As I write this, it is around 34 F/1 C, and that is definitely FROID no matter how you look at it.
You can see your breath when you're walking outside. The sunshine brings no warmth whatsoever. And for some reason the bus I took to get across town this morning wasn't running its chauffage, so it was even cold there. (But at least there WAS a bus, and I even managed to get a seat most of the way home, so it could have been much worse.)
Meanwhile, the strike continues. Perfect weather (NOT!) to have to use a bike, rollerblades or your own two feet to get wherever you're going. Nothing is running consistently and it changes every hour so you can't depend on any particular bus or métro to be available when you want it. This is likely to continue into the early part of next week, at least, from what we're hearing. Maybe I will be sticking close to home this weekend, or only going places I can get to easily on a Vélib.
Usually, walking warms me up, and I got in some good walking this morning, to and from the bus. But today seemed to be one of those days when you just can't get warm. So now I'm home, enjoying a hot cup of tea, and I have cranked up the radiators a bit.
Feels like winter is suddenly upon us in Paris, no matter what it says on the calendar. If there were a pumpkin patch here, it would be frosted for sure.
