Just learned that my best friend is headed to Lisbon for Easter weekend. My favorite place. In my excitement, have dug out photos and journals from my trip and have blissfully slipped into reverie as I turn the glossy pages and decipher my scrawling handwriting.
Fitting that I had just read this excerpt from Liz Gilbert, reminding me of both that trip and another enchanting summer on the Riviera:
"Every once in a while I recall that I used to live in Rome and spend my leisurely mornings eating pastries and drinking cappuccino and reading the newspaper.
That sure was nice.
Though it seems very far away now."
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The life and times of Allison Michelle, lover of all things beautiful and ridiculous.
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