Yesterday, I ventured out defying the elements - feeling quite at home - to take some photos. Never mind my freezing fingers, I love Paris in the winter. It feels so much more Parisian. The snow scares away drivers and tourists alike. The flakes cover the town with a quiet blanket of white serenity that you rarely witness not to mention the change of colour (from grey to white) which combined with the lovely architecture creates a very romantic atmosphere.
The Parisian busily step around puddles and patches of ice bundled up in enormous woolen scarfs and fashionable winter hats and you can feel a very subtle sense of solidarity. The French can finally come to a consensus: winter needs to be defied once and for all..... it is after all mid-March and we are still stomping through sleet and ice at -3°C.