Weather woes.

Thursday night it turned a tad cold.

The next day frost had played games with the pavement outside my apartment. 

It kinda resembles icing sugar, n'est-ce pas?

However, the frivolity of ice can be mortally serious. This truck driver had a lucky escape. The road to Tallard, a town not far from Gap, was treacherously slippery.

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I was gutted the other day when my pretty, twice-used, purple, striped umbrella snapped. It had cost a pretty penny and it was a sturdy as a wooden walking cane. Unfortunately, the wood had become brittle because of the cold. I was not a happy camper when the cleanly snapped handle broke, rendered it useless.

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And so after the snow and ice, the rain has come. It rains big, wet, enormous drops. I needed to make an urgent trip to the bank to get some money out to pay the rent. 

I braved the soppy raindrops to experience a mushy scene of melting snow, mud and cars sloshing a spray of water onto me as they whizzed past.

Mud puddles have the same charm and allure as they do in New Zealand. ( Zero!)

Wooosshhhhh!

Eeeeooooowwwww!

The local stream gurgled and gushed with muddy mischief.

I retreated back to my apartment and took a snap of my quick diversion to the patisserie.

On the left is the world's most delicious caramel muffin, with gooey caramel as a treat in the middle. On the right is a fresh, sugar coated brioche. It is simply delish in the morning with a cuppa English Breakfast tea, a smattering of real butter and a light slather of home made raspberry and blackberry jam.