The next day dawned bright and very warm, and seeing as it had been so pleasant the day before, I went back to the Englischer Garten. I couldn't really afford to do much else.
But by the time I'd got out of the U-bahn, there were clouds in the sky, and it was getting cooler. Soon it had started raining. I thought I'd walk on through the park, in the hope that it would soon stop, but in fact just as I got to the point furthest from any shelter, the rain started really lashing down. By the time I got out of the park, I was absolutely sodden, and considerably less cheerful than I had been. I went back to the station to go back to Paris.