The lady crossing the street is one of those bad pictures that I secretly think is a good picture - even down to the badly dressed tourists in the background (sorry badly dressed tourists but you're in Paris - at least make an effort - honestly.) The sky kept looking like it was about to snow, like that. But then when it actually did, as A and I were drinking hot chocolate sitting outside, it felt completely magical - like being in a snowglobe that someone had just shaken - and I didn't take a picture. Then we went to Le Bon Marche and looked at amazing Christmas tree ornaments (owls are in this year.) I took myself for an apero at Le Fumoir (seule) and was thoroughly enjoying sitting at the bar solo, until the unnerving suspicion dawned that the bartenders thought I was a hooker. I'm sure the overknee socks I was wearing over my tights didn't help much.