It’s a good day to be a trapeze artist
Use baguettes for balance
Or a dancer
Step, step slide
Waltz with an umbrella
I’ve always loved it when it snows in cities – especially a modest fresh amount on a weekend. Everything is silent and taking a refreshing pause before back to normal Monday.
I agree. There is this hush, as if people are listening for the snow to say something. Then a kid goes ballistic when he spots a snowman and that’s the end of that.
Beautiful pictures. This feels like another world compared to the 75° weather we’re having in Los Angeles right now.
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Mel Heth, Snow happens rarely enough in Paris that even here it seems like a different world than the usual Paris. You should see the ladies walking. No one has good snow shoes. Slipping and sliding… yet with a smile because it’s so darn pretty.
From across the world in Missouri, U.S., I look out my window to the snow drifting through the trees and love that I can see the connection between here and there. Thank you for the lovely pictures!
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