"Qu'il est doux, qu'il est doux d'écouter des histoires,Des histoires du temps passé,
Quand les branches d'arbres sont noires,
Quand la neige est épaisse et charge un sol glacé !"
Alfred de Vigny
I'm always amazed at how these days you can wake up in the morning in one world and then fall into bed in another. Versailles to Montréal in a few short hours.
This morning I got up at an ungodly hour to catch Nature adding another layer of white to the layers I slogged through yesterday to get the Frenchling's apartment. Here are some pictures I took this morning of the view outside the apartment at 6 AM.
