I’ve been plotting a post for days. Numerous posts, in fact. I have wanted to update on my journey to Versailles and my outing with the very kind, interesting, and erudite Peter of Peter’s Paris, not to mention the various tidbits I have come across on the ‘net which have intrigued me, made me laugh, or made me think. I’ve wanted to share all of these things, and then Mother Nature comes along and trumps ALL of the post ideas, and gives me this:
Our First Snow
I was in bed still at about 8:10 in the morning. PJ had just left for work, I was re-reading Sarah Turnbull’s book about being an Australian expatriate in Paris, Almost French, I catch a glimpse out of the bedroom window and see white, fluffy flakes falling from the sky!