Rain and after

 

It rained for a day and a half here. On the day where it rained start to finish we finally managed to go outside in the middle of the afternoon. It was coming down steadily and the people of this teeming city were maybe affected by it, but it didn't appear to stop anyone from going out in it. The streets, especially the main street, were teeming with people as ever, only it was more annoying for all the umbrellas and gushing awnings.

We tried to be non plussed too. We did some clothes shopping with no success and then went into the glorious and moody old city to have a coffee at our new find there, The Claque, where we had been recently dazzled by a perfectly made rosemary latte. Unfortunately we couldn't manage to track the place down before we had to give up in a fit of pique. We made our way to the ocean as we headed home, and though we were wet, cold, and under caffeinated we could still take some interest in the Paillon River flooding out into the Mediterranean and staining a section of it an unaccustomed brown, churned over by high and beautiful dark waves.

When the rain stopped the next day we went out before going to an afternoon movie showing of "Projet Dernier Chance", a pastime we used to do a lot in Saint Minneapolis in the 90's and now do again in France. The sun was fighting its way out and all the colors seemed to reemerge twice as strong for all it having been hidden by the rain.

I took four pictures at the beach, that I left as is from the camera, and they do or don't tell the story, depending on what the story is, just like this account.