I love to walk in the rain in a real city. There was ample opportunity to do so today.
Tonight, going to dinner, we got our lower halves completely soaked, but our tops stayed dry. I loved it- I never carry an umbrella, I just don’t live around the kind of rain one strolls in, and so I delight in the concept of a little roof over my head that goes where I go.
At dinner, when I stood up, my skirt slunk across my chair wetly, like an otter.
So many doors were closed! It was incredible to see them. Everywhere, on every thing, art. I am in heaven.
And I found a lovely photograph from French lunch.
Tomorrow… last moments.