The First Snowfall
The first flurry of snow always feels like magic, especially when you're discovering a city all over again. On Friday evening, in between roasting cherry tomatoes to their slow sweet deaths and whipping up an apple tart for a party, the snow began to gently float down from the night sky, leaving behind snow-dusted rooftops and a winter wonderland. The next morning, I eagerly drew back the curtains and was greeted with Paris, covered in a delicate cloud of fresh, untouched snow. Just magic.