I haven’t learnt the Parisian response to rain yet.  Brought up to English drizzle, which might go on for days, my response to rain is to put my hood up, put my umbrella up and plod on.  Here, especially in summer it seems, a shower is likely to be short and heavy so the usual response is to dive under cover and wait till it stops.  As I splash through the puddles I notice the pavement ahead is empty and look round to see a row of people standing patiently in the dry under a café awning. Two minutes later the rain has stopped and the well-coiffed Parisians can continue smoothly on their way.  But what if I like watching leaves floating in puddles?  I’m really not a Parisian.