Snow, snow, snow. It’s been snowing the last couple days here in Paris making for a beautiful sight. I’m quite hesitant to say I like winter because the truth is, I really don’t, but anyone who lives here can tell you that the city can become tirelessly back-dropped with relentless drizzle and grey skies. Seeing white fluffy flakes everywhere is a relief on my eyes, a relief on my spirit- I’ll gladly take the snow, the change. Only a handful of times in my life have I seen enough to make me feel like a child again. It makes me crave hot chocolate and marshmallows, with nostalgias of Taos, New Mexico flooding back to me all at once. The falling of snow is peaceful and soft landing yet crunchy on the pavements of Paris. Winter is really here, there’s no turning back now.