I woke up to heavy rain this morning, but the thunder that passed over in the night had stopped. So I decided to do my usual walk and stop for breakfast at Cafe Bogotá.

When I was in Scotland just before I moved here, I happened to find a great little lightweight raincoat with a hood, and it has come in very handy here, so I zipped myself into that, stepped into my yellow wellies and set off.

I call them wellies, but they are really just rubber ankle boots. I had forgotten that the less-than-perfect drainage here in the city makes for large, quite deep puddles at the corners of some of the streets. Oh well.

Even I’m not daft enough to sit outside the cafe in the rain, so I moved indoors this morning. Here’s a photo of what it looked like. When I arrived it was still quite dark, and the rain on the streets and people with umbrellas reminded me of those paintings of Paris in the rain!