This was a magical day. Every day and night was magical. As soon as I woke up and saw falling snow, I was out the door. I walked all day and evening (with a couple of breaks at the hotel), smiling at the snow hitting my face, practically giddy with joy. This was at about nine in the morning before much had fallen, from the Tuileries Garden, looking through the gates toward the Obelisk. The last snow picture is from the Obelisk toward where I was standing in this one.