| tomassocroccante |
May 2nd, 2007 08:03 PM |
Hey, J, thanks for the love!
I'm not crazy about winter, but snow can be magic, if you don't have to drive in it. I've read that Florence under a dusting of snow can be like a trip in time, and heard of snowy Venice becoming eerily quiet, like the morning after Carnivale - without the headache. I once woke up in Paris to three inches of snow fallen overnight, deepening to six by lunch, and it was as if we were in a different city. I grew up with a lot of snow in Nebraska, but nothing like the day I got to go for a run in an April snow up at Lake Tahoe. It can be transformative.
One day, though, I hope I'll see snow falling in the Pantheon. If I'm in Rome on winter night, and I hear there will be snow by morning, I'll be there at first light.
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