It's been snowing, I swear, at least a little bit like every single day since the original snow blog I posted. I'm sort of over it. And I know, I know, I haven't had to deal with anything like my friends in the northeast U.S., and I haven't had to shovel a car out of it, or try to drive in it, or even shovel a sidewalk. And for that I'm thankful, believe me. I've been walking to work again as much as I can, though, and it's slippery and it makes people drive like jerks. But I still see some pretty things. Look at the Eiffel Tower enshrouded in mist! I thought of that word today while I was standing in the Tuileries next to the Louvre. I wanted to use it.