Paris: Day 9

This just in: our flight home has been cancelled.

It would appear Europeans aren't very capable of handling snow and ice, of any degree.

Andi and I woke this morning to sounds of horns honking and people screaming outside our hotel room window. We're on the 7th floor so it was THAT LOUD. We got up to see what was the matter and saw mass caos outside. People slipping and sliding on the sidewalks; cars jammed up on the street. We got up with intention of going to the airport, then Andi checked his email. We'd received a message from Delta overnight stating our flight was cancelled and re-booked for Monday, connecting through Cincinnati. That is, if our flight goes out tomorrow. The forecast is calling for more snow and as I look at the hotel room window, I see more giant flakes falling. Most of the flights out of Paris' Charles-de-Gaulle Airport have been cancelled for today. Those few going out have no open seats.

There's not a giant amount of snow falling. In fact, most of it isn't even sticking to the ground. I would say 3 inches total. But underneath is covered in ice and no one here uses anything other than sand to melt the ice/snow away. Anyone heard of ice melt? Yesterday the hotel was squeeging the circle drive in our hotel. Like with a window washer. What the heck? People here have no idea how to deal with this weather.

We're being bums today. Ate breakfast at the hotel (I ate my weight in baguettes, chocolate croissants and creamy butter) and now we're back in the room watching movies. We might venture out later today to enjoy our last overdue day in Paris.