Paris snow, cat in a hat + dreams past and future
I'm still rooting for the geranium and for all those dreams
Bonjour! Bonjour!
Michael and I got to Paris last week, just in time to see snow! I can count on a couple of fingers the number of times I’ve seen snow that sticks for more than a minute in Paris, so this was an event. Also beautiful — it was magical to wake up to snow on the rooftops, snow covering the table on our little balcony and snow capping the one geranium that had courageously poked her pretty pink head out of the leaves. She looked cute in her snowy beret, but I feared for her life.
I remember a moment in Paris in the pre-smartphone days when there was a coating of snow as delicate as fairy dust but you could barely make your way down the street —not for the snow, but for the shopkeepers who came out with their cameras to record the event! Had you scrolled my Instagram account on January 18, you would have seen the modern-day equivalent. One beautiful snow scene after another.