The weekend was for slow days that meandered into slower nights. Morning runs to the boulangerie; four crusty baguettes in tow as well as an entire tray of croissants freshly out of the oven.
The weekend was for losing track of of time and drinking more rosé than water. Lounging poolside, garden side, hillside, side by side. Laughing about slips of the tongue and slips on the grass (some more impressive than others).
The weekend was for cobblestoned walks and gelato runs. Kitchens full of conversation and the crackling of wood on the grill. Summer winds that still carried winter’s bite, and summer sun that beckoned you to jump into the frigid pool [more points head first].
The weekend was for escaping the hustle of the city, the bars on your phone, the appointments on your calendar.
This weekend was much needed.
Ascension Weekend / Drôme, France / May&June 2014