It is the day after a longest day. A day of traversing timezones and crossing continents and oceans. So here I am in my own timezone feeling a little like I’ve been run over by a car. Nothing another cup of tea won’t cure. And a few more nights of sleep.
My body could also be going through butter withdrawal. Or cured meat overload. Or post-paté panic.
Only a few days ago the skies of Paris shone kindly on us after days of rain. We wandered from the top of the city at Sacre Coeur to the river banks of the Seine.
It’s a world away, but still fresh in mind (and belly). But it’s good to be home with the grass greening, leaves unfurling, and the fresh bloom of violets sprinkled through the lawn.
I didn’t expect the violets.
Apr 30, 2012 @ 09:11:46
Welcome home……
Apr 30, 2012 @ 16:36:14
Thanks, Sue! See you in June! Can’t wait.
Apr 30, 2012 @ 10:53:42
Yes, Welcome home Sue. We’ve been thinking of you while you were away.
Apr 30, 2012 @ 16:35:55
Thanks, dear Erin. Good to go, and great to come home too. xox
Apr 30, 2012 @ 11:59:35
So nice to have an insight in your Paris trip, Sue. Is this the bottle from {Tombées du camion} ? It was so wonderful to have you here. Hope to see you soon again in Paris… xo, Britta
Apr 30, 2012 @ 16:36:49
Yes! The bottle is from Tombées du Camion. *sigh* what a fun shop.
May 01, 2012 @ 10:57:10
Love that last picture. Gorgeous.
May 01, 2012 @ 11:19:28
Thanks Rachael!