Autumn at Du Pain et Des Idées (merci Emma), where the motto is: "Parce que la boulangerie est affaire d'amour et de poésie..."
Fresh fig tarts are in abundance and they are so scrumptious.
And lemon zesty squares...
And then over to the Tuileries where autumn means des marrons, which are bountiful and Marguerite scavenges through the piles of leaves for them...and makes lines and groupings on the green metal chairs.
...and where she sits atop the shoulders of lovely women and waves...
...and we spin around in the late sunshine...
...and then fall in the grass cracking up.
2 comments:
egad, that light!
Oh, Emile. What a charmed life. On Friday I will be passing through Paris and thinking of you. I'm so excited for our reunion in the city of dreams coming up this winter.
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