Saturday, January 19, 2013


It snowed last night.  And not just the ten minute flurries that evaporate upon hitting the ground that we've experienced a few times in the past weeks.  Actual snow, falling for several hours, in that silent and beautiful way of true snowfall. 
Our balcony

Even better, the snow was still there this morning.  Baby Oil has never experienced snow before, since last year we didn't get any here, and he definitely doesn't remember the few small dustings of snow that occurred every few days for the first three weeks of his life (perils of a January baby - oh right, now I'm waiting on another January baby). 

As with most everything about Paris, there is something especially magical about the transformation of this city in the snow.  The elegant, regal beauty of the buildings and parks that has become a humdrum everyday sight is refreshed; the quiet grace of fallen snow could not ask for a better backdrop than Paris.
The entrance to Parc Monceau

We headed to Parc Monceau - always and forever the most beautiful park in Paris, in my opinion - to teach Baby Oil about snowballs and see how Parisians deal with snow.  While not a regular winter occurrence, it is not uncommon enough that buildings and businesses are not equipped with shovels and other snow-related tools.  Most surprising, though, was that the four-plus inches of snow in the park had not deterred the runners.   The snow was already packed down on the main running loop by 9:30am, and while personally I always choose to use inclement weather as a reason not to exercise (though who I am kidding, I have not exercised since we moved to France), the Parisian joggers seemed unperturbed by the new turf. 

Also, some of them missed the memo about weather-appropriate running gear. 
Pardon, Monsieur, but really - shorts?

Nothing specifically riveting happened today, and no cultural understandings were fostered.  We played in the snow - it was gorgeous and fun!


  1. I had the same thought Friday night when I saw two guys jogging Friday night as the snow fell. Shorts, really?

    But there is something special about this city in snow. Also love the hush that accompanies a snowfall.

  2. You really caught the feeling. snow is beautiful. The pics were fab. You guys are great. Another memorable blog .

  3. love these pictures...and love even the thought of Paris in the snow...just be careful walking around "in your condition"..if they don't shovel, they don't salt either.

    take care.

  4. Gorgeous pictures! Ahhhhh to see Paris under a blanket of fresh snow:) I've been to Paris a few times in the winter, but have never had the good fortune of seeing snow. Someday, for sure;)

    Thanks to Debbie in Toronto, I have discovered your blog and am all caught up:) It is hilarious:) Your experience is very similar to that of another American expat we both know who spent three years in Paris. She arrived in January 2009 with a boy toddler (born in January!) and gave birth to her own Paris baby girl in October of the same year:) Her experience is documented here:

    Anyway, congratulations on the soon-to-be new addition to your family! Looking forward to reading more of your adventures:)