Snow in Montmarte

We layered-up against the cold and took a trip out to Montmarte to see the snow on the city - it was worth the chilly, slippery, soggy effort!  Here's some of what we saw....

Amandine

Snow body's fault

Dear readers, please forgive the lack of

chronology in the next phew photos as

we were having blogging related issews!

(as in I cant work the program very well!)

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But  see first photo as we had big excitement for our first "snow falling" experience for Lonswa, Amandine and me

In fact I had never ever seen snow before!

Im still in disbelief about it all.

Pete wants me to hug and talk to the snow... I think he has had too many cognacs!
hmmm ...or maybe he needs a few more

Loni is overwhelmed by snow on her coat...

...Views from the laundry...

From Lonswas balcony

Outside now and overlooking a disused raliway track

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On our way to lunch at Signes restaurant

(At Signes many of the staff are deaf and they encourage people to learn French sign language.

There is even a brochure on each table with simple signs and the French alphabet.)

Amanda doing her best 20's look, ahem...

where is that hat now Amanda???

Being in the snow is a grate experience!

Your cognac was this big

The excellant and funny waitstaff at Signes

From now on is the back and forth from our flat to the restaurant

It may make your head spin so watch out!

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The first snowflake...awwww

Not just dandruff but dandruff from heaven

The snowflake starts to melt...magical stuff!

The snow falling outside our window....

At Signes restaurant, even the placemats help you with ordering your food

.Yaneeee

Those markets again! And they're full of fleas!

Temptations are ever present -  seem larger than life

and yummier! (sugar hangover notwithstanding)

The ultimate joint effort.

I found the shoes...

They fitted Amandine parfait so she paid for them

(a brilliant bargain basement 5 Euro)

Loni snapped the whole affair

(ahem Loni the boots were hot pink!

no time for artsy fartsy B&W camera tricks!)

Exhibit A

Yanee gets friendly with the local vendors...

{Malika from Morocco}, and

buys a warm black jacket from her

The locals then reciprocate and also get friendly.

A little too friendly perhaps?

I mean at least dinner and a movie first non?

Stealing a buskers thunder ? (Roland)

Looks like he's offering to collect donations for my pathetic

attempts at playing piano...so why are they all turning away?

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Trash is trash no matter where you go

Ahh but this is Eurotrash...

makes it all the more desirable oui?

errr...

...............non!

Yanee

The Latin dance club in the 11th arrondisement

Most exquisite nightclub of lush environs and decor and 5 glorious levels!

Of course only VIP's allowed on the top floor, altho we tried!

Amandines camera captures some of the breathtaking view,

all accompanied by the pulsating latin beat(dj only unfortunatley)

NB. Pete is to the right of the red flora and

Loni with head down drawing (of course)

the dancers to the right of him

The (empty) vip area bar...(May have been just before we were ushered politely but insistantly to the lower floor)

Couldnt resist lounging on this outrageously decadent regal furniture.There were

so many of these lounges ensconced  in the VIP section that they

almost seemed almost like they could have been Ikea specials...

...now where did I put my gold plated jewel encrusted Allan key?

A photograhers dream yes Miss Amondine?

 Amandine and her brilliant eye

Aww....

The music was fast

The dance was slow...

All fun and games till someone pulls a muscle!

Sexy doncerrrs on ze donce florrr

Getting away with naughtiness

while no one was watching

Latin Shmatin...we bust some of our own moves

this ones called the Aussie crawl

 

Yanee

Pierre et Yanee arrive a Paris

Travelling ze Metro wiz Amondine et Lonee et Peet (Pierre).

Zis iss goot as we arrrr so collllld outside ze Metro et the Metro iss ow you say, warm like cowsfart ...

ahh ze joys of Paree

ooh la la lady get some clothes on, its 4 below!

I dont care if youre a painting in a flea marchet, have some dignite'

See! she knows how to dress for the Paris winter.

And she told me that she had even made those crazy shoes herself.

...Of course she did, she's Parisian!

Au revoir pour maintenant mes amies

Yanee