Paris is grey today. Slushy snow, turned to ice again during the night, slippery and treacherous. I went out to do the shopping and met Robin, a neighbour, all wrapped up in wollens, a fur hat on his head, talking to a guy who wore only a Tshirt. Robin is sunburned, back from Tulum, in Mexico. The guy is a Pole, arrived from Russia. We all smiled at the snow that had started again.