Paris

When I saw this scene first thing in the morning, I was worried whether I'd be able to travel to Paris, but the snow in Penicuik was falling as rain in Edinburgh. By the time I had to leave, the roads were clear. My student and I still almost missed the flight because the queue we were watching was for Faro, not CDG, and we didn't hear our names being called because we were chatting. In Paris, we met up with a colleague and another student, and took a taxi to Montreuil, where we had a meal in a bar with friends before going to their house to sleep.