March in Paris, pt. 4 (It Snowed!)

The weather in Paris went from mid 60s and sunny down to 30 and snowing in a matter of two days. And no, my advanced planning did not allow for such drastic snaps in climate. I was layered within an inch of my life: tights, pants, tank top, turtleneck, sweater, scarf, two pairs of socks, boots, gloves, (blessedly) waterproof coat. There were many stops into cafés and stores this day to dry out and warm up. I will pat us on the back and say that we were completely undeterred in our adventures around the city that day, though we did waddle like penguins and slipped and slid all over the place.

You know what Parisians are really bad at dealing with? Besides the English, tourists, Germans, Italians, and basically everyone else not French? SNOW. Not a single sidewalk was shoveled, not a single street was plowed, not a single staircase was salted. And still! Still! Women were walking around in tiny stilettos. I LOVE THE FRENCH.

When I say “it snowed,” I mean it snowed the entire day Tuesday, actively, and without a break. After finally trekking to the tippy top of Paris and touring the Basilique du Sacre-Cœur, we walked back down through the Île de la Cité and Île Saint-Louis again (what can I say, we were charmed by those tiny islands), only this time we had a mission: love locks. My mom had given us a lock to attach to the Pont de l’Archevêché before we left, and we picked the coldest possible day to stand on a bridge over the Seine and toss a key into the river. Sure, it’s cheesy, but since when is that a bad thing?

We had lunch in the 10eme at a restaurant without menus or prices, where you were given a plate of kebab and frites, before going to the absolute coolest, tiniest shop in the world (I’ll write a full post on it tomorrow) to pick up some unique souvenirs.

Tuesday night was the night we had luckily rescheduled our tickets to see “How to Become Parisian in One Hour,” (which we showed up ON TIME FOR) and we laughed for an hour straight. It’s a one man show, by a Parisian, in English, detailing the cultural differences between non-Parisians and Parisians, and trust me, he makes just as much fun of Parisians as he does tourists. And we had front row tickets! He’s bringing the show to London for a dew dates this month, and if you’re in the area (ahem, Annie/Sam/Sue/Chi/Meghan!) I cannot recommend it enough. I’m hoping the show comes to America at some point because we’ve been remembering small bits of his act days later and cracking ourselves up.

We tried to take a cab back to Montmartre afterwards, only the thing about Montmartre is there are a million 90º angle hills, and did I mention it snowed and everyone in the city lost their ability to function? Yeah, our cab stopped halfway home and wasn’t going any further. BECAUSE OF 4″ OF SNOW. I’ve talked a lot about my Inner French Girl, but my Inner Philadelphian was eye-rolling SO HARD. In Philly we eat 4″ of snow for breakfast and get on with our day. I’m not going to complain, though, because the city was so staggeringly beautiful covered in all that fresh white snow. I think the apocalypse could hit Paris and it would still find away to look gorgeous even as it’s going up in flames.

We had one last dinner at a place that looked like an English medieval cottage before cross-country skiing our way back to our apartment, ordering a cab for the morning to take us to Charles De Gaulle (which ended up being an hour late to pick us up, BECAUSE OF THE SNOW), and passing out. Paris, I love you. And I miss you already.














11 thoughts on “March in Paris, pt. 4 (It Snowed!)

  1. I’m actually starting to cry over your lock. Very moving. Thank you for thinking it wasn’t so embarrassing that you’d just tell me you did it just to shut me up. Erin and JML FOREVER!

    1. Of course not! While we were on the bridge there was a Parisian family with two little boys and they were putting their own lock on the railing for their family. It was incredibly sweet! Thanks for buying it for us :) xoxo

  2. Oh dear. Paris in the snow. How utterly lovely. We spent Easter in Garmisch Germany many years ago and it snowed. Just days before we’d been wandering around in short sleeved marveling at the sunshine and then our rental car got stuck in a drift! But it was unbearably lovely. I feel like you guys were kissed with some sort of magic to get that to happen on your trip, and I’m hard pressed to pick a favorite photo of this batch. The lock? (and I’d heard about that bridge right before you left and totally forgot to say anything!) The benches? Hmmmm. I think it might be the last one of that railing, just dusted with snow.

  3. i agree with lauren and love that it snowed. of course i love that it snowed for one day and was in the 60’s the rest of the time. i would totally do the lock on the bridge! it’s cheesy in the best possible way, like you put your love lock on a paris bridge to stay there and look out over the seine for you while you are back in philly eye-rollin’. which by the way that paragraph may just be the funniest thing i have ever read in my life! portland is exactly like paris when it snows, we just can’t cope. no one drives, there are no shoveled sidewalks, people don’t go to work, we just stay home and watch the “breaking news” for the days, it’s pretty hilarious.

  4. I’m so glad that you got to do the love bridge! I wanted to do that but didn’t plan ahead. Super romantic that you were engaged in Paris and you got to do the love bridge on the same trip!

  5. I cannot believe it went from 60s to 30s AND snowing in two days! Though the city seems to have all but shut down during the snow storm, I bet it was romantic and beautiful. The photo of your special lock on the love bridge is my favorite. Always and forever. Cheesy? No way. You two just got engaged in Paris! It had to be done.

  6. So I’m starting to fall in love with your new lens almost as much as you are… the pictures turned out wonderfully

  7. Aww the romance is just seeping out of every one of your blog posts, it’s lovely to take in and be part of it, really.
    It snowed all day and night when we were there in January, I can’t believe how much snow there was in a city, you just don’t get that in London, soz but us Brits aren’t used to your Philly weather!. It was a sight to behold and true that they don’t bother clearing the paths. The drivers still drive crazily too, eekkk.
    Gonna look up that show now, if you say it’s good, well then it must be good x
    Booo to ending this post on the mention of Charles de Gaulle :-( x

  8. Ah it’s pretty in the snow, how lucky you are to have seen that. We’re all useless with snow in Western Europe. Over here all the trains grind to a halt becuase of the ‘wrong kind of snow’. All the schools shut (yeay!) but they never shut the office (boo!). But we do at least grit our pavements and roads.
    It snowed here again on Tuesday. What is with this weather???

  9. Oh I know, they make such fuss over a little bit of snow. Same in UK, makes me laugh coming from Poland where we get snowed in for weeks and weeks and nothing stops and nobody complains.

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