It is raining. I think Paris loves rain; but I surely don't.
Saturday dullness is ^sometimes^ my thing (well installed on the cozy couch, wearing cozy thick clothes), but not this time.
I will escape it, I will go have a quick drink or whatsoever. I will surely sit on the terrace, in order to observe people crossing the street, smoking, running in or from the rain and watch my friends smoke. Hum, maybe I'll take a smoke as well.
...I have to run...
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