Rotten, rainy, windy weather. . . however, the wreaths are on the doors, the tree is waiting to be decorated (drying off in the garage), obscenely sumptuous chocolate dessert ordered from Clarisse whose husband was formerly at the Ritz Hotel in Paris, there's a fire in the fireplace, Diptyque candles are scattered about, so. . . let it rain, let it rain, let it rain. . .
|I highly recommend my latest discovery, Baies.|
Next week this space will be filled with what I hope you'll find to be delightful surprises and unexpected takes on classical themes. Since I don't know exactly how each day will unfold, I can't give you details today.
I hope you're having a wonderful weekend and, once again, thank you for visiting, reading, commenting. A demain mes très, très, très chers amis.