When a little snowfall caught me by surprise last week, it was sort of charming.
When Sarah, Jo and I bundled up for our Belgian explorations, it was in the name of adventure.
When the snow was falling as I walked across Pont d'Alma, on my way to one of my most impressive meals in Paris so far (Chez l'Ami Jean - oh la la), with the Eiffel Tower shining down on me, it was a bit like a dream.
But now... now, I'm ready for the "balmy" 40-degree weather that they're promising for next week. It's December 3rd, but it feels like it's been winter for years.
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