Not so grim?

This article from The Economist discusses Northern France and the movie I mentioned a few posts ago... if it caught your curiosity. Perhaps it's not financially grim here, but the weather has got me down.

I love how Emily Dickinson describes it:

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.


A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.