it’s day three in paris and it is still raining and dark and cloudy.
determined not to be defeated by paris, i decided to walk in the rain. i know what you are thinking. how romantic. it is paris and i’m walking in the rain. i don’t blame you. if i were sitting in your nice and comfy twirly office stools, i would be thinking the same thing too.
but here it is people: there is nothing romantic about walking in the rain in paris. i can’t take photos and seeing the homeless people on the streets crouching over tattered umbrellas in this weather totally kills me. i was thing one old begger yesterday holding his two dogs tightly, the three huddled together under a worn out red umbrella. his coin cup gathering rain water as people walk by, not even looking at him.
i saw the sights, though its in the rain, duh. saw the notre dame. saw saint michel’s monument. saw the lourve. saw a bunch of arches and obelisks and other monuments. walked half an hour in the rain to see the eiffel tower. did i see it? well, i saw the feet of it. can you believe it, after walking half an hour IN THE RAIN, the top of the tower is fogged up and i can barely make out its outline.
did i mention, it is still raining? it’s day three here and it is.