Most Parisians are very happy with their grown-upness – growing up in Paris was not all that fun anyway. In the course of a lifetime, only one thing is susceptible to bring the Parisian back to a state comparable to that of a child. That is snow. Amusement parks don’t do much for Parisians. Snow does.
Snow is a very rare thing in Paris. No living Parisian has woken up to snow more than 20 times in his lifetime. It will snow in Paris every other year. Usually for 20 minutes. Parisians love snow. Snow in Paris is evanescent. Never sticks. In this evanescence lie the beauty and charm Parisians fall for.
The second the first snow flake starts falling down, a Parisian (usually, the most idle one), will go “oh, il neige”. Snow being hardly conceivable a concept in Paris, he will systematically confirm the news: “Regardez, il neige”.
Other Parisians in the room will regarder. Indeed, il neige. Usually, much cheesy talking ensues: from ”J’adore la neige” to “C’est trop beau”. Depth is not the least of Parisians’ qualities.
When snow starts falling, everything stops in Paris. The city goes in a poetic black-out for one minute. Everyone just watches the snow fall with a smile. Hesitant between sheer melancholy and simple happiness.
Sheer melancholy being too intimate and simple happiness being obviously a myth, Parisians quickly choose to pull themselves together. States of latency are not to persist for too long in Paris. Life is too serious for latency. The Parisian shall take control over his emotions. At this point comes the litany talks on how snow ends up being dirty because of all the cars and pollution.
All the smart talking about how it’s interesting than in banlieue, it’s usually colder so snow actually stays, while in Paris it does not.
These conversations have no other goal than allowing the Parisian to brush the disruption of snow out of his life.
Opening up to emotion is a slippery slope for Parisians.
Useful tip: Starting a snowball fight is only acceptable during the previously exposed moment of latency. After this, it would be childish.
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