As my readers know I long for snow, but there is no snow showing here. Today it is foggy. Still beautiful, stunning even, and I certainly will not complain (pictures to come, hopefully today). But I still miss the snow. My father sent me this morning some pictures: they had their first snow in Chicoutimi. Winter is settling in there. Even though the first snow never lasts, it is still a sign of winter. I thought I'd put this picture on the blog to remind of home.
Sous les jupes des filles, l'irritation (bis)
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