I have been here three weeks today. It has rained every day. Fortunately this is my kind of weather so that's ok. It makes everything shiny. Tonight I was wandering across the empty Place du Jeu de Balle, because I was early for a meeting, and every single cobblestone was like patent leather. Last time I was there was with A, who we don't talk about, walking in the crowds around the Sunday morning brocante while he walked sullenly ahead of me in a beany, but we don't talk about that.
Something I realised pretty quickly is that the Bruxellois do not, on the whole, use umbrellas. It's almost as if they consider them a bit wet. Even in proper heavy rain they just walk purposefully and ignore it. I bound my head in a scarf and hoped for the best but in the end gave in and bought a rainhat. Not one of those foldy, under-the-chin ones beloved of old dears when they've been for a shampoo and set. This is a sort of bucket. And as many of you may know, I do not have a hat face. But sod it. When pushing two children in a buggy in varying kinds of precipitation, there is no way to hold an umbrella. So here we are.