We woke up to a half-a-foot of snow on Friday morning. I drove to the airport at 6am to go to Paris for the day, and was glad for the full time 4 wheel drive on the Audi wagon. Upon return, the kids were in the middle of a power-battle-snow-fight with the neighbors and friends, and thought it would be funny to "attack dad" when he got home. Short snarls held them at bay just long enough to get into the home fortress, where the moxie maiden of the establishment had a nice glass of red waiting. Emmanuel stopped by to sample some Bordeaux's and tell us more stories of his relatives, which can be traced back to the 12th Century.