This is what it looked like outside my window before I decided to take a walk yesterday.
No one was really prepared for that much snow ('that much' by Paris standards).
and certainly not cars. The roads were in a general state of disorder as cars slid around in the dirty snow. I saw a fancy Mercedes being pushed by five or six police officers with it's rear tyres spinning furiously, and I saw a young woman break down in violent sobs in the middle of a busy intersection with sheer exhaustion from pushing her scooter that had stopped working. It wasn't all bad, but that was when I stopped talking pictures.
I heard a couple of girls giggling and singing, "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas..." at the top of their lungs while crossing the street, and I saw several kids and puppies enjoying the wet, heavy snow on their walk back home from school.
I had several nicknames growing up; Curry was one of them. My move back to India with my husband inspired Curry Made - a space to share my latest handmade creations, photos, travel adventures, and a little bit of this 'n that. As of October 2010, we find ourselves in Paris, from where I will continue to write. I enjoy reading your comments, so don't feel shy to say hello. Namaste.