It snowed in Paris. It wasn’t much but it was worth mentioning. Snow makes me happy. Snow makes Annabelle even happier. Naud is somewhat ambivalent but combined we were pretty elated about the whole thing.
The entire accumulation was about one centimeter and lasted for all of two hours. We made the most of it and that’s what matters. We walked to Saint-Sulpice square and discovered the fountain had frozen solid, creating an impromptu ice rink of sorts. Children were merrily gliding across its surface and Annabelle gladly joined in the fun.
Naud and I even clambered up for a moment, just to experience the sheer audacity of climbing atop a Parisian fountain. I mentioned our excursion to my French friend and she seemed genuinely horrified. Oh well.
Adjacent to the fountain is Saint-Sulpice Cathedral. We had never seen the interior and were in dire need of thawing a bit, so made our way inside. It was beautiful, austere, and not particularly warm.
Annabelle lit a candle for a sick friend and said a little prayer.
We exited the cathedral and followed the rumbling of our bellies to the nearest bistro when suddenly it dawned on us that we had somehow made it this far without an authentic bistro lunch. It was about time. We ordered hearty winter fare and drank red wine in the middle of the day. Scandalous! The place oozed charm but the food was just so-so. It’s harder than you think to find a good meal in Paris. Fortunately, good company saved the day.
That evening, I went for a run in what was left of the snow and it was dreamy.
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