The Champs de Mars is particularly splendid, (the park in front of "La Tour Eiffel"), it is right next to my house so I am lucky.
It is as if the whole park has covered itself up with a white blanket, waiting for spring to arrive. There is something very pure in the whiteness of the snow.
I feel like the snow is calling me.
"As a dove's feather, it shines, gleaming, sparkling,
as the stars in the night sky, in the sun's magnificent rays"
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