Almost.
If only Paris had consistently beautiful weather to match. I'm hard-pressed to remember a day in the last month where it hasn't rained. And the rain is all fine and dandy when it's summer and you have nowhere to be and the water serves as air-conditioning (Because there sure is none of that in this town), but when it's all day, every day, blowing, cold, your shoes are sopping and your umbrella is flipping inside out, it's really not so beautiful.
It's just not, Woody Allen, however right you are about most other things about Paris.
Rachel
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