It’s like seasons are some kind of strange new invention this year. They’re actually happening. After hearing about airport cancellations, train pre-cancellations and other talk of snowmageddon, the…
I was due, I suppose. All these miles, all these countries, all these flights to all these airports over all these years and my luggage had always managed to travel with me.
Just after sunrise, just after the rain ended. Looking at Isle de la Cite from Pont des Arts. Trying to channel Charles Marville, but fortunately not lugging around…
Empty streets. Quiet but for the grinding rumble of snowplow blades scraping the pavement. Fresh snow underfoot. More than two feet between Friday and Saturday. A city paralyzed.…
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I like the layout. Impressing foggy scenery.