Walk in the rain, walk immediately after the rain. I like walking in the rain but I haven't walked in the rain for a very long time.
I didn't walk not because I was lazy. I didn't walk because it didn't rain. I haven't seen much rain this summer/fall.
Unfortunately, the rains have been light and infrequent. This is not good for the land, plants, and nature. Nor for us humans!
The most recent rain was mixed with snow and didn't last long. After it stopped we went for a walk. First I walked through the park next to the house. This is my oasis of nature, nature at its closest and most accessible.
The cold and sometimes snowy rain tore the leaves from the trees. This means their death. The leaves are beautiful and when they're dead...
Watching them, I was reminded of a beautiful and sad song by Yves Montand, set to Jacques Prévert's lyrics, Les Feuilles Mortes. About parting, the parting of people who have loved each other. Leaves also parting from trees and from life at the same time. The song is in French but with an English translation, I invite you to listen!
Les Feuilles Mortes - Yves Montand
Today should be Wednesday, but it's not. However, this walk is being recounted as if it were Wednesday, the day chosen by 
The rain has turned the walkway into a mirror...
This rain was the first step towards winter. The first step begins with the fall of all the leaves on the trees. I'm in a hurry to take some more pictures. Soon everything will change.
The park is deserted and I love it so much!
This walk wasn't a walk, it was more of a crossing. To get to the subway station I am forced to cross the park, which I don't mind at all. I like it very much.
The subway took me downtown to my favorite walking spot. I wanted to see what the city was like after the rain. I haven't seen it like this in a long time.
The image of my favorite boulevard has changed. No more crowds, no more sidewalk terraces. People have disappeared.
A new hotel in Bucharest. Built on the site of the National Theatre, the first national theatre in Romania. It was bombed at the end of World War II. The architects have rebuilt the facade of the former national theatre at the entrance to the hotel. An interesting action and I think mandatory to get permission to build there.
The boulevard is called Victory Avenue. At least once a week I walk here. I've published pictures before of these places but this time I tried to take pictures from another perspective, from a street that intersects the avenue.
This whole area is the historic center of the city. Most buildings were built at the beginning and middle of the last century. Fortunately, the buildings have withstood time and trials and now bring that charm to the city, that charm of the world that is no more. The past we learn about from history.
This was another enjoyable ride. I liked most of all that I met few people and few cars.... moving. Most of them were asleep at the curb. More than that. After the rain, the city looks much cleaner!