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Just when we were no longer expecting it, here it is, at dawn, announced by a glowing sun from one end of the city to the other. The social networks suddenly ignite to relay these unexpected colours of an early January morning.

Barely an hour later, here it is spreading out over the city. At first discreet, it lays a tiny veil on the Parisian benches.

It then leaves a fine down on the leaves scattered from above, sometimes even in somewhat incongruous places.

A little later, here she is spreading her white coat over the groves…

…and even in the heart of the branches of the rue Bezout.

The small red berries initially try to resist and hope to remain visible under this new all-white cloak.

Little by little Mother Nature combines colours to offer us the most beautiful of shows.

We are now as excited as children about the wonders that unfold before our eyes in just a few hours.

Its flakes shine brightly and delicately cover the bright red berries.

The leaves collect it as they do every year and allow themselves to be delicately covered.

The bikes rest in the bicycle parkings while it settles on their saddle and in all the gaps.

The boulevard René Coty also adorns itself with its immaculate outfit for a while.

Denfert’s Lion, on the other hand, shivers when it lands on his back and insinuates itself between the hairs of his mane.

The new Liberation Museum suddenly remembers the much harsher winters.

The trees of boulevard Arago offer him a hedge of honour.

All along the 38 bus line, she invites herself here and there and picnics in the grey Parisian atmosphere.

On the treetops of St Vincent de Paul’s hospital, it is now well installed.

The Institute of Art and Archaeology, from the top of its red bricks, hopes to resist for some time before being buried.

In the alleys of the Jardin du Luxembourg, some young Parisians discover it for the first time and can’t resist playing with it, offering a few spots of colour at the heart of this endlessly woven white carpet.

In the distance, the two great Ladies suddenly seem surprised and do their utmost not to disappear in the eyes of the regulars.

For a while, one of them is thought to have been lost from the Senate pool .

…but here she is rising from behind the curtain of snowflakes in the Paris sky.

The aisles are emptied to leave the immaculate carpet untouched for an afternoon.

Some regulars take refuge in the kiosk to admire it for a while.

A few daring passers-by try to stand out from the crowd and wander through the aisles, offering a contrast with their black coat on top of the white one.

Place de la Sorbonne here it now discreetly intrudes on the terraces.

Laying its fine down on the light fixtures, the roofs, inviting us to slide down, covering the benches and the frontages, here is that the snow has penetrated Paris, undoubtedly trying to distract us for a few hours at least and to make us forget the worries of the moment.

Par Nathalie

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