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title: 'Et le Quinze, Aussi'
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date: '2007-07-17T02:01:58-04:00'
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permalink: /et-le-quinze-aussi/
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- life
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This was the weekend of picnics — first Saturday’s [explosion-filled](/le-quatorze-juillet/) French-speaking one, and then Sunday’s, which was a bit more peaceful and overwhelmingly more Anglophone. We met [Marcus](http://www.marcusmcallister.com) and a few of his fellow American ex-pats, plus a few French amis, on the Pont des Arts for some wine and some food and some conversation. It was quite a lovely evening, if a bit too hot for my taste; everyone here had changed their weather-based small talk to say “summer is finally here!” with a glee that I simply could not muster, knowing full well that when I get home August 7, I’ve still got two full months of summer to go. The up-side of the heat, though, was that it kept the crowds away long enough for us to claim a good spot; by the time the sun started setting, the bridge began to fill with folks sitting and drinking and singing and so forth. It was quite fabulous — the setting, the wine, the food, the conversation — but by the time we got home, I was completely wrung out. Sun does that to me.
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Happily, the weather took a turn yesterday; the high of 90 degrees on Sunday became a high of 75ish yesterday, and the clouds came back, and about 5 pm yesterday it started raining. Gloriously. By about 8.30, it was absolutely pissing, in a way that had me making comparisons to Thailand, or even to Louisiana. Viewed through southern Californian eyes, it was positively profligate; I wanted to rush around with barrels and collect it all for safekeeping. I mean, really: there was *water* falling from the *sky*. How can anyone not find that miraculous?
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