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"  The Diary of Marie Claire&amp;#039;s French Intern  Here&amp;#039;s a science question: What does 10 cm of snow added to pouring rain make? I got the answer a few mornings ago. It makes 10 cm of slush - like little rivers on the sidewalk \u2014 and it&amp;#039;s impossible to cross the street. So if you want to go through the freezing or slushy rivers you need a boat! It&amp;#039;s not easy to find one in New York\u2026 All of this to say, that the weather wasn&amp;#039;t very good. My shoes were wet, my socks were wet, and my tights were too. My pretty faux-leather pants were so soaked that when I walked you would have thought that Robocop had forgotten to buy some oil. But contrary to Paris, people seemed more cold than in a bad mood. One gentle old woman offered me a place under her umbrella while I was waiting for the bus. Then when I got on the bus, I was $1 short the fare (and I didn&amp;#039;t have any coins). To my surprise, I heard the bus driver asking if someone had change for me. And to my even greater surprise, I saw everybody looking in their purses and wallets. Nobody looked at me with condescension or looked away; but people said &amp;quot;sorry&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;haven&amp;#039;t the change&amp;quot; with a real smile. I was so shocked that I didn&amp;#039;t even see the man who stood up to add the amount I needed. I confess it gave me a boost to see people help each other instead of ignoring others just because they don&amp;#039;t know them. But that boost disappeared when I nearly did a face plant in the middle of the street after sliding on a sheet of ice. Then, as I was looking at a pool of water in front of me wondering to myself how I would pass through it, a woman that I didn&amp;#039;t know stopped beside me, looked at me and said, &amp;quot;I want to go to bed,&amp;quot; in a whiny way before walking on. &amp;quot;Hmmm\u2026Yes, so do I,&amp;quot; I thought. I enjoy this city because people speak with each other as if we were a big group of friends in summer camp. And so, I arrived at my office with thinning bed hairs, flaky make-up, soaking pants (which left a puddle on the floor wherever I stood) and a strange similarity to a Yorkshire puppy that someone had just taken out of Niagara Falls. So, here&amp;#039;s my second question: How do you, New Yorkers, always have perfect hair and make-up as if you just finished meeting with a stylist even in this weather? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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