Unseasonably cool weather and a week's worth of rain are the talk of my Paris twitter friends this morning. In short, they are not happy. I refrained from sharing my contrarian view, or that I would love to pull on a coat, open an umbrella and maybe even wrap a scarf around my neck.
As much as I want to enjoy August and all of the stone fruit, fresh corn and beach weather it brings, I am a cool/cold weather girl. I power through summer in clothes I don't like, curse the heat and humidity, and patiently wait for fall, winter and spring.
I also like the rain. I'm not sure why. The closest I get to figuring it out is recalling my obsession with inclement weather when I was a child. I read weather books, watched the weather channel, tracked hurricanes and stayed up all night to watch snow storms. I had a ritual that drove my mom mad that included lighting inappropriate amounts of candles (I still light candles whenever it rains). I cozied up with a book and enjoyed the warm candle glow and trickles of rain down the window. This ritual always followed a sometimes lengthy turn around the neighborhood with my rain jacket and umbrella.
A few days ago, Shannon of Je Ne Se Quoi asked me to talk about what I recommend doing in Paris in the rain. I just re-read it, and I'm feeling pretty predictable right now.
You can read my response and those of a few other Paris bloggers here.