It’s a rainy day today. Yesterday too, and probably tomorrow again.
Before I moved to Paris I had the same dumb ideas that most Americans do, that Paris is a romantic city (lie) and I would have no problem finding a boyfriend, that it probably wasn’t much different from what I was used to (ahahahaha), that I would love every moment of living here (I do not).
I never once thought about what the weather might be like, nor did I take the time to do any research.
What an unpleasant surprise it was for me to move here and realize that it rains almost as much if not more than in the UK, a place FAMOUS for it’s grey rainy days. How did Paris escape this stereotype??
This is why previously I wrote about the sun being out. It’s a really big deal to have a full on sunny day, let alone multiple in a row.
But now it’s raining again. Hard. All day long.
To be honest I’m kind of used to it now, and it’s not so bad when you don’t have anywhere to be. I went to my friend’s cafe to commiserate with her over how “hard” our lives are. Then I moved on to my favorite restaurant for some French onion soup and some jokes with the boys who work here.
Do I have other things to do? Sure. But I think I need to take a nap first.
Doux Comme Miel 