We were prepared for the snow to be over, with forecast temperatures climbing back into the single positive digits (balmy!), but we are in for a surprise! We get up in the morning to see some fairly serious snow falling from the sky, although the ground is relatively bare. Over the next few hours, it keeps falling steadily, and we watch as the ground becomes increasingly white, then buried! There is a pair of fluffed-up little red-breasted robins chasing each other around outside — it’s a bit like a Christmas card out there.
By early afternoon, there’s about six inches of snow on the ground, and it’s still bucketing down. This is very rare for the area, so we feel pretty fortunate that we get to witness it — we’re in a mediaeval French village, and it’s covered with snow!
We rug up and head out into the transformed world outside…
There’re a bunch of people sledding down a big hill which looks pretty fun…
The village looks like something out of a fairy-tale.
We spend an embarrassingly long time staring at our sleeves, watching snowflakes land. Not having realised that you can actually see snowflakes with the naked eye, we’re captivated by the fleeting geometrical shapes, pointing out particularly impressive specimens to each other.
We head back down the hill and into the twisting alleys of the village — but not before being offered a go on one of the sleds. Katherine’s much too dignified, but me, well, wheee!
More fairy-tale-ness in the village. Everything has little white hats.
Chilly Jesus is chilly
We’re pretty stoked to have found ourselves in this magical place!
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