Wow, Paris. Le Gullywasher! After a series of missteps this morning, I set out once again for Musée Galliera. And I still didn’t find it! I was close, so close, walking down Champs Elysées with l’Arc de Triumphe at my back. I took the metro to the correct station, Frahnc-lynn Rooose-vel, as the recording said (that’s FDR to us ‘mericans). And then la pluie. Merde!

I got lost and totally soaked. I ran into all sorts of things that, in different weather, I would have been overjoyed to see. The Christian LaCroix boutique, the ridiculous window displays at Pierre Cardin, the Chloe office headquarters. But! The rain! I didn’t dare take out my camera. It was raining so hard I needed waders. I was using an umbrella and the ends of my hair got wet. I had to hold the umbrella low to keep somewhat dry, which made it hard to follow street signs. Which, by the way, are on the sides of buildings.

So tomorrow, dear readers, keep your paws crossed that the third time’s the charm for me and that damn museum. The fashion exhibit ends Sunday. I have a good map now (no thanks to you, iPhone) and my route is planned. If it’s still pouring tomorrow I’m going to buy a clear umbrella so I can see where I’m going.

Today was trying but I’m keeping my spirits up. Thanks, Beaujolais.