Sunday afternoon in the staircase of Le Petit Palais.
Pierre took this photo – he caught me by surprise. We are back in Paris after a 5-hour TGV ride from Nice. Pierre cannot stop complaining about the weather but I love it. The slight chill, grey sky, and slow drizzle of rain. At the cafe this morning, the woman next to us described the rain as “sky gods spitting. Spitting all day, spitting all night.” That’s my English translation though I’m sure it came across more elegantly in French.