I find myself returning to places I know well. Familiar reveries and some new. Crisp air, golden hues, pink skies, deep rose-hued fruits and heirloom roots are what I fancy the most. Misty, soft blooms dancing one last dance as the cold begins to fade in.
A few moments of an autumn Sunday… Jardin du Palais Royal, Marché Biologique Raspail and The Musée Rodin