“The sky of Paris,” Edith Piaf once sang, “is never cruel for long.” With this lyric, the chanteuse has both bad and good news for anyone who has ever — over the course of a week, a day or even an afternoon — found himself alternately fogged in, frozen, and drenched by Paris’s weather. On the one hand, the skies over the City of Light too often provide anything, but Baudelaire, the self-described “king of a rainy land,” dwelled obsessively on his hometown’s “great gray sky,” “foggy seasons,” “drenched landscape” and “mists and rains.”) On the other hand, the city’s mists and rains can clear at the drop of a chapeau. At such moments, Piaf’s song concludes, the sky “asks for forgiveness by offering us a rainbow.” (Caroline Weber)
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