See those little fluffy white flakes over the Paris bar? It’s been dusting little bits of snow all day. In fact, a quiet blanket of snow greeted our family when we got back from Dublin a week ago, and we’ve gotten to see the city of lights in her wintry coat for the first time.
After spending a freezing few days in Edinburgh and Dublin, I was hoping for a little relief in Paris, since it has been lazily warm since Christmas.
Nope! Snow instead. I couldn’t be happier.
My parents came to Paris in 2006 and nearly turned into crêmes glaces (ice cream.) They wore all of the clothes they brought every. Single. Day. The photos we took could be replaced with any pictures of four frozen people, since no one’s eyes could be seen through all of the layers of scarves we wore.
À la prochaine!