We went off today white water rafting over in Eastern Washington and had an absolutely fabulous time, but all the sun and physical exertion has me beat. I have the feeling tomorrow is going to be another lazy Sunday… which are usually my favorite kind of days.
obsessed with the above image from hip hip gin gin. love!
fall style in bright colors
a dreamy book of hidden spaces
perfect shiny oxfords
this fresh summer cocktail
considering a one-piece swimsuit for the first time
wood and diamonds
french onion soup grilled cheese. ’nuff said.
on creating the perfect room
the lightest and sweetest breakfast
so many beautiful things! hope your weekend is just as lovely!
I realized the other day that six months have already passed since our wedding. Oh how time flies!
And it’s starting to feel like forever since our honeymoon… I wish we could go back to Europe. Now.
It was such a magical two weeks. Italy. Paris. We could have spent forever there.
So many favorites. Florence was amazing, filled with art and fantastic sculptures on every corner, but my favorite was Pandemonio – the best meal I’ve ever had in my life. The sweetest little hole in the wall, where we were served by Mama herself, and drank way too much limoncello on the house.
Venice was lovely, with the waterways and lack of streets, it felt a bit like Disneyland. I literally teared up the second we walked off the train and into Rome. It was like stepping into a history book. The Colosseum was breathtaking, and we really enjoyed wine with every meal, but the best was discovering our favorite new dessert – panna cotta. One of these days I’ll try my hand at it.
And Paris, oh Paris. We could have stayed forever. Just the streets, every building was beautiful. The gardens and parks dotting the city. So many sweet cafes for sipping cappuccinos and people watching. Endless museums with hours of beauty – the Louvre’s line was endless, Musée d’Orsay was closed due to a strike, and the Musee de l’Orangerie ended up being the perfect museum for our half day. It looked tiny from the outside, but seemed to go on and on downstairs, and the main rooms were filled with Monet paintings spanning the length of the walls. Surreal. And Ladurée. Those famous macarons. It’s no joke folks, those cookies are a tasty little dream. And while the historic restaurant Polidor was incredibly delicious and where we had the most quintessential european dinner experience – with shared bread, tables, and conversations all night, it wasn’t quite my favorite meal in the city. It was just barely beat out by our incredible experience at L’Entrecôte.
The best steak-frites you’ll ever have. Sensing a trend? I think next time we’ll eat our way through Eastern Europe.