It is cold and grey in Paris. I've been out for seveal walks and a ride on the BatoBus which is a river boat/bus. While on the Batobus it began to snow. The wind was blowing the snow horizontal. It was cold. I rode the boat for one and a half circuits of its route. That is permitted as it is "Hop on Hop off".

Here is a panoramic view of the Grand Palais. This was taken from the front steps of the Petit Palais, which is by no means petite. The Christmas Market is open on the Champs Elysees.

There are also Christmas Markets at St Germain De Pres and at least two of the train stations. The Christmas lights on Rue Commerce are lit. I'll try to get a photo of Galleries Lafayette and Printemps. The skating rink is in place at Hotel de Ville. It is truly winter in Paris.
Yesterday I made onion soup. I tried at least fifty versions over the years and I swear that mine is as good as the best I've found over here! I can't make Escalope de veau. At least I'm unwilling to try.
I sit here nibbling on a true baguette and remember why I prefer French cuisine. Why can't Merkin bakers make a baguette? Why are there sulfites in wine? Why do we call it a building when it is already built? Shouldn't it be a built?
With true apologies for not posting for a few days I remain;
The Duck
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