Saturday, November 20. Date that I will surely not forget the emotion was so great that day. I went to bed late the night before, working more or less my dissertation project, but mostly talking about everything and anything with Jean-Michel, via Facebook. Great work, either! The next day, so this Saturday, November 20th, I woke up, stopped by my poster Moulin Rouge! falling. Fuck it Only 10.30 I would gladly stayed longer! I commend the bill, and decided not to go back to bed. Opening the curtains, then. Normal. And then I loose a big "Oooooooh." My face lit up and open my big mouth to smile like an innocent. Snow! 
It was announced in snowfall in recent days. Presaged the temperatures, and sometimes the thermometer goes down to -7, at this time. The winter was coming. And since this morning when I smiled idiotically blessed to Maa window, we're really! Neither one nor two, I dress quickly, grab my camera, and presto! outside. I must take advantage. The devil's work, books waiting for me. That's for later. This is my first snow day, and I am a true child. He still snowed a few inches, and my shoes sinking into the ground white. I head to the Plains of Abraham, and the sun gives the morning a special lightness. It's cold, and yet everything is nice. On the Plains, children, teenagers, playing with snow. Two skiers pass, I'm obviously surprised them, they wasted no time! I look at the St Lawrence River and the shore side, white as well.
My morning walk did not last long, an hour, time to catch some rays the sun and the snow still white in many places. Several times, I may drop ... And finally, I fall, ridiculous. Snow on the jeans, I'm kidding myself. It should be noted that since I left, I can not stop every two minutes, launching a thunderous "whaaaaou. I fell in the snow with cooled my enthusiasm and my legs, I get pushed by the cold wind which prevails on the avenue Leveque. 
the evening, probably nothing better than an evening with the neighbors around homemade lasagna, and beer, they previously purchased at the store. Good atmosphere, which ends with a musical quiz around the tubes of our childhood: the 90, Gigi D'Agostino, the Funky Family ... I leave this house of happiness in the evening to go to a disco bar. Alone. It happens. To dance, dance until the end of the night. I walk through the snowy streets again, and came to the bar, located in St. John. Two shooters later, here I am on the dance floor, taking advantage of its good; Barbra Streisand Duck Sauce bottom bolts, I close my eyes and drown in the crowd, drunk. Sunday night to rest after the excesses of the day, nothing better than an Oreo-tea session with Sophie, who is going with me. A young and very friendly Quebec, who knows moreover France for having spent a few months. There is her boyfriend, Thomas, who is under media culture with me. Around two hours of excellent teas and the famous Oreo, while outside is the night from 16.30. Sophie gives me some free DVDs, including movie Xavier Dolan I killed my mother, I expect to watch for quite a while. Among the other films, The War Tuques , sort of Boum Quebec, who scored the generation of Sophie (mine, for that matter!).
Monday. It's snowing for the second time. But the excitement of Saturday is not the same. As if Snow began to be part of the scenery of Quebec. What will happen, obviously. Tomorrow, Jean-Michel proposes to accompany me to my shopping for winter boots and coat. Something to live a season that lasts six months!
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