Happy to remember
I am happy to be privileged enough to remember a moment like this one:
The day we arrived in Paris, after just three hours on the train, it was beautifully sunny, and after munching on bread and pastry we lay on the grass, in the sun, and basked in the grounds of the Louvre.
I’ll miss being able to think about European capitals in terms of how many hours they are away, and not days…
But it’s better by far to think about all the amazing things we saw, the delicious food we ate, the beautiful art we took in, the history we breathed.
We’ll be back soon.
Photos by PJD, lying on the grass in front of the Louvre. CIA is starting a new job, and so her posts may be a little intermittent; we apologise for interrupting the usual CIA/PJD rhythm.