It’s raining for the second straight day in Paris, which means that all but two of the courts at the French Open are covered. The temperature is in the low 60s, an improvement over the other night, when it was 10 degrees cooler and Daniil Medvedev appeared for his match in leggings. Cool and damp is fine for Welsh rugby; not so much for tennis. Especially when the moisture makes the courts unplayable. The announcers all express sympathy for the players, made to start and stop, and then wait indefinitely. And I think: Yes, yes, it must be tough for them – but what about the tourists? The people who saved for years to visit the City of Light – at the end of May! In the era of global warming! – and now find themselves huddling in doorways or sipping hot chocolate in bright cafes. Luckily, they’re in a city with decent museums.
