one summer's saturday

We take a train into the city,
and spend the morning wandering Montmartre
trying not to melt from the heat,
or get trampled by tourists -
but devouring the pastel walls,
and hidden gardens...
We chance upon a little eatery,
where for lunch there is a buffet of good food in old crockery, fresh juice, and mexican painted walls, we decide we will definitely return.
my obsession with taking photos of (and in) doorways continues,
We browse fabric-lined streets and I try not to combust with excitement,
while Alex probably tries not to combust with boredom
(though he doesn't say so),
we also find quaint little shops and grafitti,
We come home and make the most of the light that's left;
Alex cuts the hedges and tends to the garden -
I tidy up the wardrobe,
change into a lighter garment,
tie my hair into pigtails,
and write letters to friends,
we share a colourful supper
(of salad, roasted polenta, tatziki dip, cold barley tea)
add to a list of things to do in France,
watch a silly, romantic movie,

fall into bed,
hear a storm thundering
and think my what a day it has been...