Jardins des Tuileries.
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One of the things that struck me the most when I first moved to Paris was how much time people spend outside of their home. I guess it’s only a logical consequence of living in small apartments, but the concept of spending your free time at the library, the café or even the park instead of at home in front of the TV really appeals to me.
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I really liked this movie.
I don’t understand how I’ve managed to ignore it until now, but I recently discovered David Lebowitz‘ blog, and I absolutely adore it. Does anybody want to have a turkey melon party?
The markets are filling up with peonies, and while each flower costs a small fortune, I’ve never been more annoyed to not own any old-school flower vases. However, until I find the time for an excursion to the flea market, I console myself with looking at these beautiful pictures.
Saturday is the 8th Nuit européenne des musées, which I intend to celebrate by finally seeing the Helmut Newton exhibition at le Grand Palais. If I still lived in Saint Petersburg, this would be my event of choice. If someone has their way past, please do drop in and have a pivo on my behalf. By the way, does anybody know why la Nuit des musées is not celebrated in Helsinki?