They made it out of Sacre Cour and headers into blustering winds that ripped umbrellas and plastered intrepid pilgrims with sheets of rain. Our travelers spied the plastic ponchos which other savvy tourists were sporting. They headed to the tchotchke sellers lining the road. They each found a poncho that would help form them into the French flag. They threw away any fashion sense and stayed dry!
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