It's snowing

by Diane Duane

Last year I went to the mountains to write, and it snowed for nearly a week without stopping. I said to Peter, “This year I’ll go somewhere it won’t snow.” (And somewhere, I thought to myself, where I won’t fall down and nearly break my foot.) Brugge…Bruges seemed safe enough.

Hah.

It’s been snowing fairly heavily, a wet small-flake snow, for about an hour and a half now. It’s starting to stick, as slush if nothing else. If the temperature stays low tonight, tomorrow is going to be exciting for travel: I may not make it up to Brussels after all, unless I absolutely must to do my return-leg train ticketing (I have to be in Paris Friday night). We’ll see if I can do that online from the apartment.

There is one thing about Brussels that I’d miss if I can’t go tomorrow. (Besides the shopping, which I think will have to wait.) The wonderful café Cirio is the home and stomping-grounds of that easy-going star among managerial felines, Le Chat Minou. I would regret not seeing Minou, who knows where the best spot in the cafe is, in this kind of weather (i.e. next to the espresso machine). Well, we’ll see what happens…

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