In 2011, I spent three miserable days in Copenhagen under omnipresent rain clouds, and it wasn't until a few months later that I realized how much of the city's beauty I had missed out on because I had let the rain get to me. Since then, I've been making more of an effort to see cities for what they are, and not what they're subject to.
Storms chased us into the walled city of Quebec all the way from Moncton, and the following day the city was still held captive by a sheet of rain. Still, it was our only full day in the city, and Seattle had ideas for the rest of us. Cobbled streets and old stone ramparts made me forget for a moment that I wasn't in Europe; a range of architectural styles could be found in each new alley or building. A medieval spirit hung in the air, there with the rain, and brought forward in time were the ancient stories that made this place.