Bonjour mes petits dreamers !
Today I discovered le Petit Palais – and also that I had to make a tough decision. Should I go inside and take a look or sit under a cherry blossom tree out front? For the love of pink I chose the tree. Sorry Petit Palais – you’re impressive and all that – but I’ll come back and get to know you better another time.
I was still in the zone of yesterday’s cosmic love order. How could I not sit beneath this pink beauty? Cherry blossoms are an omen of good fortune and love, the perfect place to spend a moment getting swept away in the fantasy of a Parisian love affair.
Back home in Australia, we do have some lovely gardens of our own but – sorry – it’s just not the same. (We have other attributes like meat pies, something the French know nothing about, so the way I see it, it’s Aus 1 – Fra 1).
Another special thing about today was that this morning I had a call from my brother to tell me that he and his wife are having a baby! She also just happens to be an incredibly talented florist back in Sydney, so it was a little tribute to them to sit and send my love from across the globe.
See you tomorrow!