I've never seen so much rain in Paris, I swear.
It dampens my urge to walk, though yesterday I went to Montmartre, and as luck had it, the sun came out just as I headed to the metro, and was still shining when I resurfaced at Abbesses, which is deep underground. There was music, marching bands and a parade to celebrate the vendanges, with costumes and bottles and crowds lining the rue des Abbesses.
At the little Abbesses Square, there are always a few small merry-go-rounds, and the smell of candy floss ("Barbe à Papa"--Papa's Beard) and fried food. And the sidewalks were lined with stalls selling cèpes and figs and Reine de Reinettes, apples that have a season--short shelf life--and are delicious to cook, alongside the plastified-looking Granny Smiths that last all winter.