Last Saturday I cycled into the city centre to run some errands and soak up the gorgeous weather. When I got there, I was delighted to accidentally find
Festival Classique floating on the Buitenhof rectangular faux-lake, a Rolls Royce containing newlyweds, and more feathered friends than I could properly quack at. I parked myself on a bench with lunch and had a date. With myself. It was heavenly and felt like a scene straight out of a
Monet.
Afterwards, I followed the 3 tram line home and found photos I never would have taken had I not been at such a leisurely pace, then took the kid to a park with the mister.
Happy Wednesday!
xxx,
j
