Snow

The first snowfall of the Paris winter was this past Friday night.  It didn't get any deeper than this, but it was a very picturesque dusting. 

Today I went outside and and the ground was white, but it was probably less than a centimeter deep.  When I came back from work my little dead end had several sets of human tracks, a couple of paw tracks, and amusing bird tracks that made it look like their originators were staggering drunk.