Oh, yes. I've not been an expat for so long that I've forgotten about the snow. I have fond memories of walking down the middle of Yonge St. one winter evening, when there was a over foot of fresh snow on the ground (and still coming down). Ordinarily a lot of traffic at that time of the night, the only cars on the road were a few foolhardy taxis, and they weren't moving too quick. At least, not forwards.