A true Sunday. Sleeping in late then dipping carefully shredded Italian brioche into my coffee, listening to our friends that had stayed over after a joyful evening as they mused on this and that, their knowing to let me be until I am fully awake. Each paging through picture books with waving lapses of silence filled only with the ping-pong of Baroque. Meanwhile, beyond the window-pane the sun was arm-wrestling with the clouds. It won and was victorious. Out we wandered, working up an appetite for the omelette aux chanterelles that Chef Remi had promised. I took my camera along as the light was singing just to me, I felt that I had the sun in my arms and love in my heart.
Hungry from looking, we stayed at table until 4 pm, lingering over the St. Marcellin and sweet clementines. After our friends said their goodbyes, it was time for une petite sieste, the kind filled with sleeping without sleeping, the best I know. But I could hear noises outside my window as I dozed and was finally drawn to see what could it be. While I was dreaming, workers from the city had been as busy as bees, stringing up, then testing the lights for the Christmas season. I smiled at the Milky Way just below my feet, as they winked little hellos while lighting up the dark.
Heather, what a perfect Sunday and a beautiful walk. I'm so glad you took your camera with you so that we could follow along – your photos are amazing. I especially love the door in the half-light, what a gorgeous shot.
Hope the beauty of your Sunday follows you throughout the week! XO
Your photos make me see my own world with new eyes dear Heather. I love the play of light and shadow in the first photo. I could stare at it for hours. And I also love the one of that cat peeking from behind the shutters. What a wonderful capture.
How cool is this post? I love the photos and all the little details you saw, especially those two kitties. (: Waking up to twinkling Christmas lights where there where none before is a little like the Shoemaker and his Elves.
Lazy Sundays I love them. Being retired most of my days could be lazy days if I wanted,but then Sunday wouldn't be special. Loved all the photos, especially the one with the cat peeping out from under the shutters. Lovely post.
Best wishes Barbara
Thank you for your kind comments on my post.
Oops, everyone else was up way before I was!
I'll take those bises and sling them right back at ya from the South…
But oh, how I wish you both would have actually been here, not just virtually. A true Hattatt day if ever there was one. Budapest seems so close and yet is not close enough!
Gros bisous,
H
Merci, H. Right back at ya, as you know.
I love a no-agenda Sunday, waking up only for breakfast.
Bises from Paris!
Hello Heather:
When lazy days and Sundays collide, it is a match made in heaven. You capture the glorious indolence that is the essence of this perfect marriage and we have so enjoyed the pleasure of your company!
A sunlit café terrace at this late stage of the year is a treat. How wonderful to have languished over lunch for hours in the company of friends. perfect!!
Ah,…. you are a lucky girl!
I'm green around the gills…a perfect Sunday!
Some fab pictures in there woman….
hugs H