Day two saw me nestled at the uber chic Les Deux Magots in Saint-Germain des Prés, two blocks from ‘my apartment’.
Being served by a polite, hot as hell waiter, who bore a striking resemblance to Ewan McGregor, dissipated all the pain and frustration I’d experienced in getting to Paris. (Read my two previous posts here and here.)
Tucked under a knee blanket, making that Creme des Légumes soupe last longer than it should have, I watched the city go by.
Then, as if life couldn’t get any better, it starting snowing. Not sporadic white fluff but a decent enough drift to warrant tourists appearing from nowhere to swarm onto the street like an Egyptian plague. There’s video evidence but you’ll need to follow @cloudsdrummond on Instagram to see it. Y’all are missing out on lots of you’re not.
Paris is magical even in minus 2 degree weather.
love & light
CDx
