I haven't gone out to buy my usual Friday flowers quite yet this morning. Instead, I am dreaming of this flower store I spotted in Florence in 2007.
While all the other touristas were flocking en masse towards the Duomo, I paused a moment to snap this photo of something more quotidian: a sidewalk in bloom.Photo by moi. Florence, Italy 2007. Near the Ponte Vecchio.
When traveling in Spain with my mother, we would choose our small hotels based on the landscaping in the indoor courtyards. Lush green plants indicated the owner cared about aesthetics. We knew then the hotel would not disappoint us. It never did.
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway
When traveling in Spain with my mother, we would choose our small hotels based on the landscaping in the indoor courtyards. Lush green plants indicated the owner cared about aesthetics. We knew then the hotel would not disappoint us. It never did.
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