Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
You’d think that, after I’ve been original enough to post a snow picture tonight, I’d be done with the subject. But I’m not, it would be a shame to waste a nice blogging opportunity.
Snow. For those of you who wouldn’t know, snow is some white stuff, more or less powdery, that you don’t shove up your nostrils, and that falls from the sky for free. But, just like everything’s that’s free, it’s rare (here, at least). This morning I woke up (actually, I was woken up) just in time to see a real snow storm over Paris: I really think it’s the first time, in decades, I see so much snow in the sky. It’s beautiful, white, bright and clean. You’d think Paris is a small mountain town, with no pollution or traffic jams. Walking on the snow, hearing it screeching with every step you make, watching flakes fall from the the trees with every wind blow, I coudln’t repress a smile as I was alone on the street—and you have to know what a crime it is, in Paris, to smile openly in public. I’m quite lucky that the snow fall of the year happened on a morning I didn’t wake up at home: otherwise, I would probably not have enjoyed it at all.
Too bad, though, that the digital camera still hasn’t got any batteries. I would have loved to take advantage of my afternoon to go and take pictures everywhere in Paris. Next time, I suppose. Another year, if there is still such a thing as snow then. Instead of pictures, I went shopping in Paris, not to buy jeans because I haven’t got money for that, not to buy an electric shaver because the reason Philips shavers are so bad is that they’re three times cheaper than Brauns, and not to find the backpack I want and that I probably won’t be able to afford anyway if I finally find it.