Pimm's...the recipe for the beginning of a lovely Sunday afternoon by the Thames.
Columbia Road Flower Market in London. The birthplace of the Sunday kind of life. Imagine row after row of flowers like this on all sides of you. Wading through the crowds and listening to the great buskers (check out the Bonfire Band) is what it's all about.
Another from the Flower Market, this time in the courtyard around the corner, where patrons hang out and drink tea and listen to klezmer-style buskers. So many adorable families, I can barely stand it.
I will live there.
This sums it up.
This is it, too. I guess England just does everything better than we do.
If you can't read the fine print: "Come and snog in safety! they'll never know."
Le Fol Espoir, a play by Mnouchkine (a theatre god) at la Cartoucherie. The play is preceded by a communal dinner to create the right atmosphere. The dining room (pictured here) is exquisitely painted and has a really warm, old-school feel.
View from le Centre Pompidou. Not too shabby.
I just really enjoy this. Can't explain why.
This sitting room is perfect for reclining, sipping some G&T and reading the Sunday paper or a good novel.
La Seine = le dimanche toujours
The banks of the Seine, as seen from a bateau mouche.
In my very limited blog skills, I have no idea how to rotate a photo. So turn your head 90 degrees and you'll see this AMAZING antiques market on la rue Mouffetard. My friend would attest that I was salivating.
La Tour Eiffel, as viewed from the bateau mouche.
Living here would require a Sunday kind of life. Any other kind of life would be a crime.
And if you live in that building, you are required to go to the Jardins de Luxembourg for a Sunday stroll.
And you will see this.
And that, my friends, is a European Sunday kind of life in a nutshell. I'm going to ruminate on this a little more, and then will discuss my trip in more depth, because really, Parisians know how to live right and we could all take a lesson from them.
