A 1,000 km tailback (never seen!), schools closed, supermarkets emptied, no more toilet paper… Is it an epidemic? A general strike? A grasshopper invasion? Almost… It’s snowing in Paris!
I am “a girl from Haute-Savoie”, in the Alps, then let’s say that I am not scared of snow, quite the opposite…
I even think that it has a therapeutic effect on Paris. The white covers the grey, enlightens the city and muffles the noise. Passers-by get their nose out of their phones (it becomes impractical to use it), look and smile at each other, and they talk to each other(!). “It’s beautiful, right?!”.
With a wobbled walk, they take care of one another: “Careful, it’s slippery…”. The community reasserts itself and amazement takes over even the grumpiest Parisian.
No doubt, snow — even more than sales — is good for morale.
One exception though.
I was going out of Victoire homme on Wednesday, a cyclist fell on a patch of ice.
I am running towards him: “Are you alright, sir?”
Him: “It’s alright, I’m not dead!!”
Here, I’m reassured, Paris will always be Paris.
Well…
Have a nice weekend,
Camille
