Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

It never snows here. Well, maybe 5 minutes once a year, but only long enough for Flynn to go and sit outside, look up into the sky and try and get his Siberian husky synapses firing. And then it stops and the long-forgotten memory of snow subsides again.
But today. Well. There we were tooling up to La Caumette and the snow was falling, more and more heavily, and 5 minutes passed and half an hour passed and still it dropped. The scenery was gorgeous but bizarre. Then our French architect phoned to say she was stuck below the cemetery so we went to push her out (that's rear-wheel drive Audis for you) and then we realised we needed to tell all the workmen to down tools and go if they were to get home as a good 2 centimetres had fallen.
We set off in the little green 4x4 Kangoo and, my word, she was a good 'un. The first thing we hit was a huge traffic jam up the hill. Vans were skidding, cars over-revving, clutches burning out, lorries slipping back and the snow-plough struggled to get through. This is the South of France after all, and we are not "habituated" to such white weirdness.
A long hour and a bit later we struggled over the top and half a slow hour later we were home. The Kat Kat Kangoo was magnificent. And when soupered-up Beamers and Landrovers and Audis were trying and failing, our little beauty didn't falter once.

PS. Our Denver snow-wear was absolutely fantastic (many thanks REI and Patagonia) and the snowy view from the new house is fantastic.