We'll Always Have Paris
Wildstar and I had a beautiful anniversary. New books exchanged - Willa Cather's My Antonia and Antonin Artaud's Ouevres (shouldn't be too difficult to tell which book matches which Ryan). Fancy Italian dinner, with a memorable bottle of Sangiovese and the tiramisu dessert I've been craving. Last of all, we watched the oh-so romantic Casablanca, which I'd never seen before. And it completely lives up to its reputation - one of the most satisfying films I've seen in ages. They just don't make em like they used to.
Might be a few days until my next post or email - computer's in the shop . . .
Might be a few days until my next post or email - computer's in the shop . . .