News flash: As I write, it is snowing in Paris. A lot.
Winters are typically mild here, at least since I’ve lived in France. We’ve had only the briefest dusting of snow all year — in fact, it may not have been snow at all, but just a guy with dandruff shaking his head somewhere above me. Suddenly, now, the neighborhood is draped in a thin blanket of white. If it sticks in daylight, I’ll post a picture.
Update: No such luck. You will have to settle for these pictures of Act III of La Bohème instead.
Winters are typically mild here, at least since I’ve lived in France. We’ve had only the briefest dusting of snow all year — in fact, it may not have been snow at all, but just a guy with dandruff shaking his head somewhere above me. Suddenly, now, the neighborhood is draped in a thin blanket of white. If it sticks in daylight, I’ll post a picture.
Update: No such luck. You will have to settle for these pictures of Act III of La Bohème instead.