|sent from: London, UK. destination: San Rafael, California, USA|
Sitting in a Paris park on the grass, in the shade of a tree on a hot, sunny spring day, fresh baguette, raw milk brie, a bag of cherries and a selection of macaroons from the local patisserie.
All you can do is contemplate life’s many blessings and the perfection of the present moment, as French mothers chase their little precious charges dressed in their perfect summer dresses, a cigarette hanging between their fingers.
It may be a cliché of the highest order, but if life were nothing but a series of such clichés, I’d never want anything original.