It has been cold the past 2 days - yesterday morning it was 39F and everyone was moaning (esp moi on my velo - brrrrrrrr).But in the evening it was particularly nippy, and at 10:30 when I was ready for bed I heard what I thought was rain, looked out the window in the dark kitchen and thought "Why is the sky so light?"
Above - that big lit up thing you see is the city Christmas decoration which is lit up, suspended over the street and not directly outside Estelle's bedroom but off to the left a bit.
Above - streetside chaos, people were running and screaming. "It's the Apocalypse!" I screamed from our balcony. "The Jehovas were right! The end is near!" Just like with Daffy Duck, Thomas reached out with a long cane (okay his arm) and yanked me back in and to my senses. Below -the sill off our kitchen.
It was actually like hail mixed with sticky snow. I could have made several ice balls like this one below (now in the freezer as a momento). Having lived the first 22 years of my life in Vermont, I've seen it all. But clearly Nice, nor my husband, have not. It was really fun. Across the courtyard I could see all of Nice running to their windows, floor after floor of people in pyjamas crowding near panes and the bravest out on balconies. Evening revelers went screeching down the sidewalks, squealing like children, twirling and throwing snow.
Estelle, who had her last day of school yesterday, had conked out for a short nap when we got home at 5 p.m. (hasn't ever done that before!) and so coincidentally she was in bed, but awake when I realized Gotham city was under hail attack. We got her up and she was absolutely fascinated to see the snow. She just got up (8:15 a.m) and came right out to ask me to open the shutters to see if the snow was still there. It is, barely, on the roofs, etc.
Meanwhile, here's somebody who slept thru the whole thing! I should add that her first tooth popped out on Wednesday, just in time for Manou's birthday which was the 16th. She still enjoys chewing on anything, like the little book in her hand, a Xmas gift from nanny Cathy and graciously opened without authorization by older sister Estelle (hmph!).
What fun it was to have snow, even for a little while.
