Paris in the Rearview

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.

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sue Adam
    Apr 30, 2012 @ 09:11:46

    Welcome home……


  2. Erin
    Apr 30, 2012 @ 10:53:42

    Yes, Welcome home Sue. We’ve been thinking of you while you were away.


  3. Britta
    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


  4. Rachael
    May 01, 2012 @ 10:57:10

    Love that last picture. Gorgeous.



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