It started to rain last Sunday and it lasted for three days. Three long days during which we got soaked from head to toe. There isn’t much to do indoors in Nantes so we shrugged the weather off and went out anyway. Maybe not the smartest decision, but what else to do?
The entire atmosphere changed in the city. The pavement was shiny and very slippery, people were gathering under store canopies and bus shelters during the worst downpours and restaurant terraces were empty of tourists. Everywhere you could hear the same comment: “at least, we aren’t at the seaside… ah, these poor people who took time off this week, oh, it must be miserable over there!”
Indeed, when the weather is bad, I’d rather be in the city. At least, there are movie theatres, stores and museums.
And then, the heavy dark clouds were blown away and the weather got better.
Ouf. We are back outside. Sometimes, it takes a bit of bad weather to enjoy summer again.
I hope the weather is going to be sunnier in Nantes too this week-end!
It turned out okay 🙂
I, for one, have always loved dramatic downpours, even in the dead of summer.
I don’t mind occasional downpours but I hate it when it rains constantly for hours!
Being English, I have to say that I just love the rain. Now that I live here where it is so hot and dry in summer, I love the rain even more and all of the growth and life that it brings with it. I used to stay inside when it rained but after surviving Canadian winters it would take more than a bit of rain to scupper plans!
I like rain but not when it prevents me from doing stuff. Does it make sense?