"Quelle belle brume!"

I love a good fog.

Twenty years ago, my wife and I were in St Pierre, the area of France that is adjacent to Newfoundland and which sits in the same fog zone as Eastern and Southern Newfoundland. As we walked down a little street to a patisserie for some breakfast, a man stepped out from his door, seemingly straight from his bed, onto the sidewalk in front of us. As we walked around him, he stretched himself upwards and said slowly and in five syllables, "Quelle belle brume!" I smiled in agreement.

This picture was yesterday afternoon and is not St Pierre. It's just a kilometre or so from our back door, and it's a pleasant place for a walk, in sun or fog.