This morning, I woke up as usual, around 6 am. And as I open my windows, I felt had changed in my street. A little somewhat, that was not as usual. And, after a faw seconds, I realized Avignon was all white. And then, phone ringing "Grégoire, have you seen that, that's unbelievable, what happened!!!" "Don't worry" have I answered with the lower and the more reassuring I could have, "I have already seen that somewhere, I think they call it something like "nage" or "nige", I don't remember exactly."Then, I took my bike, and went to my school. In the streets, all was white. As I entered the citywalls, I saw sad faces, babys crying, women getting hysterical, and the men, serious, talking about "that". I saw the council of the ancients having a emergency meeting. "What is that!!, is it Armagedon, a punishment from god, for people in Avignon being so bad..." The people was getting angry, from the we could hear words, asking the retirement of the major, the intervention of the army, and a special intervention in the UNO council.
The answer was "4 cm of snow, that's too much. We close the schools for two days, and wait for the snow to melt away" (yes, that's real).
So, I spent my day walking in the city to make nice pictures of this worldwide event, thinking of the last snow ball in a belgian back, swimming in the Icelandic night, walking in a crater. And I thought of all of those nordics taff guys, who keep living when the snow comes.
Have a cheesy life.
Grégoire.