few words while listening to Christmas carols. Yes, these days, despite my issues, I feel the mood of the holiday season. This morning on the bus, the sun illuminated the snow for a while has captured the landscape in surprising ways. There are lights everywhere in the streets, on houses. Parliament has put its best red bow. In two weeks, holidays, Christmas Eve and we leave in the charming village e Mont Tremblant. Small committee, subdued lighting, carols, gifts exchanged, the simplicity of a cold Christmas Eve in Quebec. 
December 8. A symbolic date. In France, Lyon, everyone is working around his candles. We go out in the streets, drinking hot wine, laugh while watching the lights of the Festival of Lights. Here, no such party, not of events that brings in the cold, the entire populace of Quebec. When I say cold, I do not speak of my thermometer showed -18 this morning. So to pass the time, and regain a little of the warmth of our good city of Lyons, I gather gons around a group of beers at the sacrilege. That evening, we take this opportunity to say goodbye to Matthew, our Toulousain, which it returns to the country. There was only one session, but not forgotten. Besides, I'm waiting for one minute to another in my neighborhood, who hold their farewell. Drink to their health, but also go to bed early, tomorrow carpool for Ottawa. I'll change the air, joining Caroline; discover the federal capital, and work elsewhere, just to change my room and Starbuck's. Speaking of that, now I'm known as White Wolf, coffee: they call me "Mr. Venti Mokka ".... 
The music stopped, I continue with old French songs. France is not far, just in my fridge and my freezer. Nice package received this week. J 'have the best moms, because this big package contained everything I dream for a few months: foie gras, stuffed necks, duck, quail legs, Cantal (finally cheese that stinks and has taste!). .. A taste of Auvergne, Perigord and Dombes so just waiting for Christmas to be tasted. "I will wait for the day and night, always wait for your return ..." As a feeling of déjà vu, some pictures yellowed by time that resurface. Soon be hunted for a sudden urge to run in the snow on Christmas Day.
Some pictures of my nocturnal adventures. Between two quotes in my files, I offer a walk through the freezing cold and the snow holding. Jump willingly into bodies white, and fun to watch my fingerprints. Christmas spirit!
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