Flying home, please don't snow!

I am finally flying home tomorrow, but dear God, please do not snow tomorrow! If my flight gets tampered with in anyway, I will cry. It's been snowing quite a bit in the past couple of days, but the weather forecast tomorrow it'll be clear.

Paris doesn't exactly look all white and gossamer, because everything melts and turns into this nasty gray, treacherous ice hazard, that is made for slipping on. This is why I live in California.

It's the holidays, and the Galeries Lafayette are lit up super beautifully at night. The huge department store glitters from the outside, but inside, the ceiling looks like gifts are falling down on you! My kind of place.

I almost bought Nisha the Sartorialist book for Christmas! Good thing I didn't.

I'm reading Ernest Hemingway's A Moveable Feast, a memoir of his time in Paris in the twenties. It is so amazing, because many of his passages about Paris I have experienced exactly the same way! Hemingway said to a friend,

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

 And tomorrow, leaving my home of three months, I think I'll keep this in mind!