Who was it that said Paris is at its best when it’s raining? I guess their experience of rain wasn’t a chilly 40-something degrees, when the wind is blowing sideways and all you really want to be doing is romping through the Luxembourg Gardens. Last year when I came to Paris in April, it was probably twice as warm. This week is just plain cruel.
But. It is Paris.
There are breathtaking landmarks.
(Always, delicious food.)
And cafes when all else fails.
It could always be worse, n'est-ce pas??