This morning, I awakened to a soft snow outside. A curious sight which has the ability to take me right smack back into a memory from childhood. I wonder why?
It flurried sparely till about midday, then dissipated. Its cold in France, they have opened the shelters everywhere for those unfortunates who brave the streets year round.
Last night to see Jacques and Pierre perform Tchekov in a small salle des fetes in Puygiron. A wonderful spectacle! They did brilliantly and I only regret not bringing my video camera for it.
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