Un petit coin de parapluie

I could not help but shout “Be careful!” to the man in the middle of the road. A car was coming at him and his umbrella, tilted to protect him from both the rain and the wind blocked his view. Or so I thought. He had seen the car but thanked me for the warning. Offered me the protection of his umbrella while we’re walking. The song of Brassens was playing in my head. “Un petit coin de paradis, pour un coin de parapluie...”. He ended up walking me home. It was on his way.