Schizophrenia

The weather in Rennes has a mind of its own. One minute, the sun is shining and the world is beautiful. The next minute, dark clouds appear from nowhere up above and rain suddenly falls over your head. My host mother keeps telling me it's unusually cold for the season, explaining the negative temperatures (in Celsius) in the morning and the need for me to wear a sweater both inside and outside the house. Because of the cold, yesterday a few of us witnessed a freak snowstorm of about 10 minutes in the center of town.

When I stepped off the metro, the sun was out and I was fooled into believing that it would a beautiful day. Once I met my friends, the few flakes of snow began to fall. Amused by this change in atmosphere, we were initially excited.


The snow started falling harder. In France, to protect yourself from the snow, you take out your umbrella.


Then it started falling even harder. And we started to lose control.


Again, the snow kept falling harder and harder.


All of the sudden, the snow stopped! The sun came back out as well as our sanity. All within a matter of seconds.


After this phenomenon, we decided to enjoy the beautiful weather before the next snowstorm. Naturally, we went to the park to feed the birds clementines.

I love Rennes.