Five years ago this week, I first posted about the drama of snow that grinds France to a halt each year. I am happy to report that, in true French fashion, nothing much has changed.
It seems somehow appropriate that the anniversary of this blog is marked by another epic episode of snow in Paris and most of northern France. Once again, hundreds of people were stranded in their cars, trains were delayed or cancelled, and just about everything in Paris closed — including the Eiffel Tower.
This post from 2013 was inspired by a conversation with my late Belle-mère. Although she has been gone for awhile, she lives on in our hearts and, occasionally, here on this blog.
Restez au chaud mes amis!
My belle-mère (mother-in-law) called early one morning in January with the breaking news: “’Have you seen what’s happened in Paris?” she demanded. “No,” I replied, imagining a terrorist bomb or worse, a train strike.
“They’re completely snowed in. At least ten centimeters.” In France, snow in Paris is major national news. Next thing you know the army will be called in to rescue stranded commuters.
“Imagine,” I said. “Snow, in January.” This prompted a diatribe about how it was all very well for Nordic countries, but in France they’re not equipped for snow, at least not in the city.
Full disclosure: I grew up in Canada. As a citizen of the great white north, it takes more than a few flakes to keep me down. But after a few years in my adopted country I have…
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