April 23, 2013
Are you tired of my raptures over Parisian spring yet, dear reader?
Well too bad, because I’m still in love with it. Even more so after this Sunday, during which I attended a most charming picnic arranged by the amazing Lauren, who was a perfect hostess, providing themed serviettes, straws, decorations, and being generally welcoming and lovely.
Carin was kind enough to invite me to this féte celebrating the “opening of the grass,” when the parks of Paris begin to welcome people to step onto, roll around on, and scamper through the lawns.
The sky was a blessed blue and the grass of Parc Monceau was green and it was so sunny that I actually got a small sunburn on my shoulders. An honest-to-goodness sunburn!
O brought his dorkiest guitar and I brought my ukulele. He spent a lot of time playing well and I spent some time serenading badly.
(Photo above courtesy Sugared & Spiced.)