I always chose between a bike and an umbrella on rainy days. It works together. I didn’t shut up at all and saw everything. Centrale under bridge. 
It was with great pleasure that I found corners where I had never been before. Then a travel moped at the rectory. The sight of Lp took my breath away. My imagination immediately went to Dahome, for example. Or at least Japan. The poor traveler went to a hot dinner. However, everything is clear to the French right away.