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Walking Over Haddon in The Peak District

I confess I'm a fair weather walker, which means I often want to walk on our holidays, but whether we go is always dependent on the weather. I have a Goretex jacket but it's like a talisman. I own it, but I don't want to wear it and I hope vainly that just by having spent so much on it an schlepping it with me that it's going to ward off the rain! As you can see my travel planning involves a good deal of "magical thinking!" In California our cultural exuberance (paired with low standards) means we shamelessly call anything a "hike"  - as if we've scaled Everest in an afternoon. Here in England I'm not sure I even qualify as a "walker" because that denotes a level of seriousness I've failed at previously. Minimally it means you're wearing boots  and have an Ordnance Survey map (and possibly a compass) in your back pocket. I guess I'm more of stroller to be honest and I've blogged about my strolls all over the world; m…

Mid-March Snow in Paris!

A few weeks ago I mentionedsnow flurries here in Paris but  they were very light. Now in the middle of March, I was hoping for spring but instead we had a serious snow fall earlier this week. Apparently it was enough to shut down the Eurostar. From all accounts France is just like the UK where they shut down in anticipation of the state's inability to cope! Despite the snow we headed over to the Isle St. Louis to one of our favorite bistros (C'est un Plasir) and here was what it looked like on the very cold walk  there and back. 
The snow stayed around for a day or two but I'm happy to say that now it's gone. I went out for a long walk the next day and forgot my camera so  there are no shots of the snow in the sunshine, sorry. Above and below you can see the snow covered bridge over to the Isle de St. Louis,  it was completely silent because the roads were empty. What a delight!
D. had to be persuaded to stop and take his gloves off for this picture and the whole time I was thinking I might freeze to death for this blog! However, the Seine looks lovely at night in the snow.

 D, rushing home past an empty cafe.
It was snowing heavily by the time we arrived back in the Marais. I tend to think French smokers will sit outside whatever the weather but clearly this was too much for even the hardiest smokers!

Our street, the Rue Bourg-Tibourg, is never this quiet at night.


Anna said…
Nightmare! Come to South Africa!
SA sounds great, wish we were there too!