Deadlines & Daylesford Dreaming: a travel musing featuring Autumn leaves, lavender and the beauty of a weekender
Dreams are made of Paris, opp shop bargains and, in this case, the memoir of a young Hemingway…
Today I went to Paris. But only for about an hour or so while I sipped a skinny cappuccino (slowly, savouring it. And also because I have worked out how long you can “stay” in a cafe having finished your meal/drink.
Paris in Winter, a travel article published by the UTimes, November 2007
Today, on a mildly cold day in mid May (yes I like alliteration) I ventured to the Spa Region or, as I secretly think of it – one of the prettiest places in Victoria, Australia maybe even the World. (Secret’s out now.)
Is this going to be a cheesy blog post going on about the beauty of Autumn? Is this going to be all flowery descriptions (“sunburnt leaves,” “crunchy red” “weak sunlight streaming on lemon, orange and cranberry coloured leaves?”) – something akin to a travel brochure for no particular thing, only called “Autumn?”