Meet me in the rain? No, these aren’t just lyrics to Chris Martin’s latest tune.
Two weeks ago, Paris was drenched in pouring rain. I had just arrived in the city for my annual European getaway and it commenced with an ebullient flow of water. Drip drops rolling in and out of the city, storms roaring from the skies above. Regardless of such downcast, my friends and I wined, dined, strolled along hidden alleys in Le Marais, looking for even more food to eat, more bottles of rosé and Côtes du Rhône to consume.
Today, Paris is glistening with summer soleil. I can clearly gaze beyond the top of Sacré-Cœur from my balcony and it’s just as summers in Paris should be: romantic, crisp, pleasant and luminous. Although there was something utterly romantic about that dust after rain in Le Marais with just a little more kick of splash in the Parisian air.