I am now in France since about a week and a half and with the exception of the first four days or so, the weather has turned into something that reminds me more of Swedish autumn than French summer. It is cold, windy, and cloudy, with rainfalls every other day or so. I have to admit that this weather makes me feel a little nostalgic over those lovely warm days in NY and especially the long mornings we spent on the terrace in E’s and J’s amazing apartment, from where there is a view over Manhattan’s skyline. Or the other days when we went out for long and slow brunches in Williamsburg. Or when we just walked around in the different neighborhoods in the warm, sunny weather, or sat in the parks or at outdoor restaurants. I miss summer…

Breakfast at the terrace. Therese recommended me some appropriate reading for our Brooklyn vacation.