The gardens are quietly beautiful and public, yet feel like my very own secret place to disappear. I tend to forget exactly which city I'm in, a bonus. I've been content lately, feeling more settled. Not itching to run off to another city, except Paris (which looks like might happen this fall). Or maybe Tuscany, just got an invitation today!
I saw Wolverine the other night, entertaining. I don't care what those critics say. I am dying to see the Star Trek movie, I'll watch anything by J. J. Abrams. Last thing, I am smack in the middle of Breaking Dawn (got me listening to Debussy again) and attempting to stretch out this event. It has been such a fun read. So really, not much has been going on, besides dinners with friends, great conversations, long walks ... oh, just heard jingling from the ice cream truck ... how I love this season.
