sunday

I can count the number of days I have left in France on my hands. I haven't felt quite so mixed up in a long while. Keep on the sunny side friends.

thursday

The ingredients for a quiet afternoon are sometimes as follows: almond milk tea with a scoopful of boba, long walks down the quiet streets of the Marais, listening to João Gilberto with the windows open, hanging clean laundry from the kitchen ceiling, drinking iced tea and reading at a cafe while waiting for film to develop, remembering to wear my glasses for once, having the difficult choice between two John Ford films at the Filmothèque, napping in front of the Sacré Coeur, and slowly watching my skin brown in the sun.

monday

Currently enjoying: apricot jam, clementine juice, zoncajito's from Au Petit Fer à Cheval, pine nut everything, red socks, katsu, Rick Snyder poems, the number of Jack Russell Terriers I wink at on a daily basis (easily the most popular dog in France), and always always always my dear friends.