Troisième

For the third time I found myself wandering about Montmartre and, without another person to guide me or keep track of, I happily got lost. I say this positively because the imperfect weather kept the most of the tourists at bay, and in my dark raincoat I blended in among the Parisians who then greeted me with smiles. I felt like I could fade into the surroundings and observe more of the minute details I had passed over before.