This was at Easter, on Good Friday and I was in the city at a convention. But before I went in, there was a chance for photos.
The street trees are paperbarks and their blossoms were out.
The rain clung to the delicate leaves:
and dripped off the bark:
everywhere there were raindrops: on the thick steel railings outside a cafe:
on a window:
gathered in a telephone cover in the footpath:
the city itself had almost disappeared in the light rain, even though I was standing in amongst the buildings:
and the river was a myth:
It was lovely 🙂