So we spent all day Saturday stomping around in the rain (and sometimes in protest of the rain). It didn't let up, but we made the best of it. Despite being wet and cold, I love Paris in the rain at night. The reflection of the lights on the wet street is magical. It's funny, because the way I feel about Paris in the rain is exactly opposite of how I feel about New York City in the rain. And for those of you who have lived there and suffered from "cab spray," (rogue wave?) you know exactly what I am talking about.