Dreaming of a White Christmas…
… I am NOT.
The snow storm in Paris last Wednesday (08 Dec) caused so much chaos, it was unbelievable. The news said that it was the most snow the city had experienced since 1987. The airport temporarily closed, flights were delayed, the buses of Paris stopped running. The traffic was horrendous, the streets empty with shoppers and tourists. While I… squeezed myself into the sardine-can-metro to make it to a teacher’s appointment at my daughter’s school.
This is how it looked while I was waiting for her to meet me.
Then of course we had to URGENTLY rush to get her a pair of high-heeled shoes for her piano recital on Saturday… which left us slippin’ and slidin’ through the slush of the Parisian streets. I must say though, it was a good day for shopping because everyone else was (intelligent enough to stay) home!
It took us 30 minutes of waiting at the Bus Stop until we gave up. We literally slid to the closest metro thereafter, let four trains pass us by (refusing to have our noses stuck on the windows!) before finally squeezing ourselves in. I had a whiny daughter who was clad in her fashion-before-comfort shoes, close to tears because she was convinced her toes were suffering from frost-bites.
But we made it home, safe and sound, defrosting ourselves with a bag of chips to calm our frustrated nerves.
Whoever dreamt of a White Christmas was surely not living in Paris. :)