Wake early. Throw back the shutters. Lying in bed watching the snowflakes softly tumble from the slate grey sky.
|Early morning snow on the Eglise des Templiers|
No secret what it all means. I've heard the storks overhead in the night, flying south to sunnier climbs. I've felt the chill in the morning air. But with the appearance of the first snows on the mountain tops and down here in the valley this past week, it's made it all that bit more official.
|Autumn leaves, snowy peaks|
The clocks went back a month ago this weekend. Summer is a distant memory. Autumn came, but it appears Winter was not far behind. We are nearing the end of November and the scale is already tipping. Darkness is starting to win out as night falls sooner and the sun lingers less and less.
|Defiant oak leaves at the Napoléon monument|
Winter has arrived earlier than expected, already got her feet under the table. Not that I'm complaining. Not yet, anyway...
|Quick stroll before lunch to Solférino chapel|
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