March snow in Paris. No Eurostar. No UK friends to greet at Gare du Nord.
What else to do when the weather thwarts our plans than venture outside for a walk in the quartier? We last enjoyed a snowy walk in January, which seemed appropriate then. The 12th of March isn’t that late but still, today’s snow seemed out of place to me, perhaps because Saturday — was it only three days ago? — was so wonderfully warm.
Today’s snow doesn’t seem to be sticking as much as January’s did. The wind blew us around, ice coated many footpaths, and compared to last weekend, hardly anyone was around. Everything feels quiet and rather subdued outside and even my colour photos look black-and-white.
I had planned to run out for flowers this morning before our friends arrived, but waited until we were sure of their situation. Plants outside the shop are now dusted with snow.
Work seems to have stopped at our little café. It just looks forlorn. Or maybe I’m projecting my own feelings onto it, wishing for a magical transformation back into a warm, welcoming space.
Our friends D&J, having travelled as far as London, are safely back in Suffolk. With only a few days here and no Eurostar until tomorrow at the earliest, we agreed the best solution was to postpone to another time. There’s no couple more deserving of a holiday, and we hope they pursue their idea of doing a last-minute getaway in the UK.
As for me and Clive, we’ll miss spending time with them here but, as always, will enjoy filling our days in Paris.
Cheers for now and more soon.
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