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Hang on, people, this is going to be one more bilingual post… De tout pour tout le monde, quoi!

Having just come back from some last-minute shopping (yeah, I know, it is December 24 in the afternoon here), I was finally able to name what had been going on all over our snowy sidewalks for the past week or two: looks.

You see, in the winter here everybody pretty much looks nondescript, muffled under snow boots, big coats, mitts, scarves and caps (tuques, yes) of various sorts. Moreover, because the sidewalks are mostly very slippery and/or look like snowbanks whith little foot trails twisting around them, everyone has to look down while walking — that is, if they want to make it alive to the next street corner.

But people look when they pass you. Which means that 1) everyone is sort of looking up with their head cocked downwards and 2) all you see is their eyes. Bad hair days, lousy fashion statements, no one knows what’s hiding underneath all those layers of winter clothing. But you see eyes, and looks, like you rarely see unless you are in the habit of going out to clubs full of very flirty (and overclothed) people.

This all makes for intense, focused staring. Verrrry nice.

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Oui, donc, le regard des gens qui vous regardent par en-dessous — parce qu’ils doivent avant tout regarder où ils marchent, n’est-ce pas — et parce qu’ils portent tous la tuque (à pompoms, aplatie, à visière, à oreilles, youppidou!), hmmm. Enfin, je trouve ça très séduisant, tous ces regards par en-dessous.

Je sais pas si c’est à cause de Noël, mais en outre je trouve que les mecs dans mon quartier ont vraiment des beaux yeux.

Ils devraient s’en servir de cette façon plus souvent, tiens.

Un peu plus et on se croirait en France! Gnuck gnuck.

All in all, ce sera bien la seule chose qui me fera aimer l’hiver — ne serait-ce que pour une vingtaine de minutes… Hmpfff.*

* Notez bien le nombre d’onomatopées dans ce post. Et dites-vous bien que j’ai même pas commencé à boire encore!