When it’s snowing and the temperature above zero it’s getting slippery. Driver’s nightmare in poor visibility when there’s no one to pull up the snowing/raining curtain. Who might that be? The gray sky is low and heavy.
Just snowing would be great, it’s January after all. Don’t like melting puree, mushy-mooshy roads. I prefer rain or snow.
Talking about heavy skies. They can be depressing or invigorating. It depends on where and when.
A couple of years ago it was at the end of May in Paris. We were walking in Marais in early evening when sudden strong wind started to blow away tourists from the streets. The gray pre-thunder storm sky hovered so low, you could almost touch it.
It threatened with the shower and carried on the promise as soon as we reached Place des Vosges and escaped under the gallery.
It was a magnificent tempest! The deafening thunder rocked and roared. Stores instantly closed the shutters, waiters hurried patrons inside the restaurants picking up the chairs and tables before wind gusts make everyone soaked wet.
My husband hold me tight and each time I was hiding behind his back with the camera.
We had the whole Place des Vosges to ourselves!
Lightnings scared away everyone but this Woody Allen looking shop owner who was sitting beside his boutique smoking and reading as if nothing was happening, calm and poised.
As soon as the shower subsided he decided to close the store, that’s when I asked the permission to take the picture of the pretty store girl and the window.
The air became fresh and fragrant. The storm was over. The sky lightened up a bit.
I don’t mind la grisaille as long as this is in Paris.
All images copyright by Natalie Rapoport
