Hey! Guess what happened when I was sleeping? Paris snowed! Yep, that's right, for the first time in a couple of years, I saw thick white flakes drifting past my window, and it was truly magical!
Didn't last long, though, and I was way too late when I finally got out there with my trusy lens, but I got some stuff to show yous anyway.
This is going to be a little bit like the other stroll I did around my quarter, only that the other one was in totally the other direction, away from the Eiffel Tower, whereas today I went right past it.
My fingers nearly dropped off sometimes, I can tell you!
And this is the first thing I saw when I was on my way out of my building (bienvenu chez moi!). Hope you can put yourself in my shoes, or there's no reason for me typing these words! Another lovely gritty image, isn't it? I live in grit. I love it. Wouldn't want it any any other way...
And here's the sad, if logical conclusion... what a loser... Sab woz 'ere. Well, it's true, he was! At least the words aren't lying, for once.
It's not me in the picture, by the way. I don't look anywhere near that good... I'm still coming to terms with the fact that Paris has just dumped its load on me, snowed on me, when I'm so snowed under already. Well, in French we say 'Il faut faire avec'. Which I reckon roughly translates into English as the more dynamic 'Deal with it!' or an even better expression which I can't remember - if anyone can help me out here I'd be grateful.
Sab woz 'ere,