Going negative.

Temperature, that is. In Celsius. Not as cold as Fahrenheit, but I've got to tell you, -2°C still feels pretty freaking cold.

Yesterday morning I was pleased to discover this on the street as I left ...

And went up to the COUPs (Choeur et Orchestre de l'Université de Paris) office at Porte de Clignancourt.

It was super slippery (something like skidding up and down that killer hill to Hillside in the winter, for those of you that can appreciate the analogy).

This looked pretty legit, but I assure you that it has probably all melted by now. Nevertheless, we've had flurries on and off all week, and it has been staying right around 0°C or lower. Today's high is -3 and the low is -6. I miss the nuance of Fahrenheit.

Last night I got to see the final dress rehearsal of La Fiancée Vendue, an opera by Smetana. At the the Opéra Garnier. Holy CRAP it is fancy. Loved it, even though I was exhausted.