Welllll, it's snowing here in Paris.
I'm sort of torn as to how I feel about this.
On one hand, I think snow is awfully pretty, when you're watching it from inside someplace warm.
On the other hand, I'm not such a big fan of the low temperatures necessary for the production of snow.
Also, to my extreme displeasure, I discovered yesterday that I had worn holes through my black winter boots, featured in the above photo. I was wondering why my feet were feeling especially chilled and upon inspection, found that I had embarrassingly large holes in the soles of both shoes. Swell.
The cold makes me crabby.
But it's Thursday evening and I decided to treat myself to a splash of red wine and a rocher noir from the Atelier du Chocolat down the street in anticipation of the swiftly approaching weekend, so the the complaining stops here.