|Our front gate before we left for Paris in the early afternoon yesterday. By the time we returned home, every leaf was covered with show.|
We’re snowed-in. In the last 24 hours we’ve had more than six inches of pillowy neige. It’s gorgeous out here in the countryside. However, much of France has come to a halt and Paris, we’re told by the weather forecasters, has almost no public transportation, the roads are dangerously slippery and walking can be perilous.
|The forest near our house.|
We were in Paris most of the day yesterday which is why I was absent from this space. Normally, during non-rush hour periods it takes me 45 minutes from home to reach the center of the city. It took me almost three hours to return late in the afternoon. There were moments as I slid on gentle turns when I thought we might not make it.
Fortunately, our last stop was the market so we can snuggle in for the duration. Unfortunately, many others were left stranded in their cars last night. Some commuters slept in trains.
|Riding a bicycle was sort of possible early in the day yesterday, but absolutely unthinkable today.|
Of course the political finger-pointing has begun — not enough salt, not enough warning (not true), the world is going to hell in a panier.
Back to my editing. A demain mes très, très, très chers amis.