...about the snow in Paris.
Okay, so apparently in Paris it never snows. Silly me, I just thought it did this every year but Seb says the people at his job are all talking about the big snow we had yesterday. For us it was pretty typical, an early January layer. But apparently this is pretty rare in this area.
I think it was a lovely gift. If I had known that it rarely snows in this part of France I would have been pretty sad. This makes it a little easier. I love snowy days.
The only problem is that the town isn't really good at keeping the roads cleared. We live in a really hilly town with ascents and descents on par with any alpine village in Haute Savoie. This morning I decided not to take Little S to school because I couldn't even get the car up to the end of our street. I felt really dumb because I learned to drive* in the French alps for goodness sake. But here they don't salt anything but the main street and at 8:30 it was a solid patinoire with cars skidding everywhere. I know what it feels like to lose control of the car and it's not fun. We decided to wait for the thaw.
I hope the snow stays for a few days and I wish we had our sled. There's lots of great places to go sledding near our house!
*learned to drive a stick--or re-learned to drive that is
4 comments:
What fun! I wish it would snow here.
Ahh yes I know the feeling of loving the South but wishing for snow just once. I grew up with that.
It's been snowing here on and off since early December, which almost NEVER happens in this area.
I feel awful because all of Jack's snow clothes are still up in the mountains.
When it snows, it snows. It's good everywhere and makes everyone talk about it for a second there. This year has been weird in terms of snowing-rate. Even London had snow this year...
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