Snowed in

Covered in footsteps, Place Dauphine was practically deserted by midday.

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Above all, my dear child, do not come to Paris!

No one leaves for fear of seeing this plague fall on us, it spreads like a dry wood fire. The king and Mazarin confine us all to our apartments. - Attributed to a letter from Mme de Sévigné to her daughter, Thursday April 30, 1687

 

Snow bird

 At first I didn't notice the white bird, a seagull, standing perfectly still on the just fallen snow.

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A "snowbird" is a person who migrates from a cold climate to a warmer and in Arizona, their caravans fill national park campgrounds. Usually retired, they make new friends as they go, comfortably installed for the winter months on folding chairs around campfires - knitting, cooking, making coffee, chatting, exchanging stories and travel advice. The beautiful weather means TV's, radios (oui radios) al fresco, hiking boots and sun protection lotion. - BPJ

First snow

  

 Snowflakes fell in Montmartre on Saturday as another curfew began at 6 p.m.

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 Stay warm

❤️

 

The sentry

 

The Eiffel Tower from Montmartre rooftops.

Potage maison

 

 

 

 

With yesterday's announcement of a stricter lockdown it was time for a potage campagnarde. 

 

Above: tureen of winter veggies - potatoes, sweet potatoes, turnips, more - thickened w/beef marrow and cream

 

Below: potatoes, sweet potatoes, turnips

 

 

 

 

 

Voilà l'ennemi!

Page from a vintage newspaper framed in a Paris wine shop window.

 Above: before-after illustration of the ravages of alcohol; just beneath, drawings of healthy organs contrasted w/"organs of the alcoholic"

Soft as dawn

A soft morning light bathes the horizon from beneath rain clouds. A new day.