“Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.” -Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
From Elle Decor
If I had a rooftop terrace, I'd love to sneak away for a glass of wine or a cup of coffee or an afternoon nap. After writing about treehouses earlier this week, I have had lofty, dreamy spaces on my mind. There is something so cozy about being in a secretive place where you can see the world but the world can't see you. Wouldn't a rooftop room be the perfect spot for a dinner with friends or a romantic evening with your love? An exquisite view certainly wouldn't hurt the mood either.
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