We had fresh snow yesterday, it was strange to actually have to do some shovelling this winter. It was/is pretty. My neighbour didn't care, he said he's too old for shovelling (middle aged). There wasn't really enough for him to justify pulling the snowblower out, and he's used to doing that.
I'm really enjoying reading Julia Child's 'My Life in France'. It was written by her husband's great-nephew Alex Prud'homme and he's done a really tasteful job of capturing her memories. Japra mentioned it in her blog and it sounded appealing. It's interesting to read her detailed impressions of Paris and its food 60 years ago. People are still doing many of the same things on the same streets.
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