Baby, it’s C-O-L-D outside. It’s the kind of cold when the snow crunches beneath your feet as though you are squeezing the life out of it. It’s the kind of cold when your nostrils stick together when you breathe in. It’s Canada cold – my ultimate comparison when my colleagues in New Jersey would complain about the “cold.” Now that I’m living in New England, it’s that kind of cold. The temperature gauge on my Mini Cooper reads -6 Fahrenheit (-21 Celsius) when I drive to work. And that’s not including the wind chill. What was I thinking?
Today’s word is engoncé (ohn-gohn-say), which means “bundled up.” I took this photo in 2009 on a trip to Paris in the spring with students. As you can see, it wasn’t exactly warm. This bundled up lady had the chilly job of controlling access to the upper level of the towers of Notre Dame. She generously allowed me to take her photo to encourage future students to pack more wisely on school trips.
How many days until spring? And engoncez-vous! (Bundle up!)