By the way, the rain has now stopped. It's like it was never hear at all--the accordion and the saxophone that make their nightly duets outside my window at the restaurant below have returned and resumed their take on Love Story and many other romantic songs that should be expected to accompany an al fresco dinner in the streets of Rome. The chatter of pedestrians is back, too. And the smell of smoke from many cigarettes (this is Europe, after all), no longer under threat of being extinguished. One would never know it had even rained. Except for the sound of rubber against water as cars drive by, and the inevitable post-rain cool as the water begins to evaporate on a warm summer night.