Fool for France

Snow in Paris

You folks may well be used to snow. I grew up in Los Angeles and then moved to San Francisco. I remember trying to convince one of my East-Coast architects that we really, genuinely did not have a frost line. That guy hated it, hated it, hated it, when I was right. I think after that, he stopped talking to me, had someone else call. Now I’m wondering about frost lines here in France. Do we have one? If we did, would it matter? After all, my places are already built.

I’m staying in. My idea of getting out in the snow is to snap a few pictures, then scuttle back into the warmth. I don’t ski. I don’t ice skate. I don’t snowboard. Jacques loves this weather. I wish I had a shot of him rolling in snow, which he has done a couple of times, now. You’ll have to settle for documented evidence that the balcony plants are now plantsicles and that if I want to watch BBC I’ll have to scrape off the dish.

For me, it’s a good day to be grateful that I have working radiators, a reasonably well-stocked kitchen, plenty to read and no absolute need to leave the apartment.

17 Replies to “Snow in Paris”

  1. As Poshbirdy says, it’s very pretty. At least for now. It will be dirty soon.
    We might get a dusting down here on Saturday (it keeps getting pushed back–gorgeous blue skies but chilly temps have intervened).

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  2. Along with Francetaste I await snow. It may not touch Campagne though as we seem to have a micro-climate here ; presumably something to do with the bowl of mountains we sit in. The snow gets dumped on the peaks and misse us.
    Plus Carcassonne is windier than down here, if that affects it.My breath is bated .

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  3. You probs my father that I am never happier than when the snow falls but my mother would surely sympathise with your sentiments. Did you know that ‘It’s snowing in Paris’ used to be a coded remark in polite English society for your petticoat showing at the hem of your skirt …. as a schoolgirl one wanted to curl up and die if these words were uttered when one we in the sightlines of boys though with hindsight I guess they were more interested in how ones blouse was buttoned 😉 Stay warm, do.

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    1. Petticoats? How sweet. We used to refer to a “package from Paris,” but really it was only my Russian ballet teacher who said that and anyway, I imagine morals were a bit looser in California. And no worries about spellcheck going rogue. It happens to us all.

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  4. Very glad to have moved away from the stuff. Dogs love it, but not me. Too many memories of trudging to school through the slush and trying to dry socks on the radiators on arrival so that they did not make the indoor shoes wet.

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    1. It’s nasty stuff. I have serious, insulated boots and I still don’t want to go out in it. I can barely stand to open the door, so Jacques can run around on the balcony. This morning he got a walk on the sidewalks that were already cleared and that was it!

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