Mar
02
Lost in the deep space of the internet, I was somehow reminded of the summer I lived in Chicago and made pitchers of sangria from juicy, overripe peaches. Yummm.Seattle reminds me quite a bit of Chicago. Something about the neighborhoods and riding the bus, I think. When it rains, the city is like London. Strange, pollarded trees and Victorian apartment buildings. These recent days make me think of spring in Paris. The air has an excitability, freshness and aroma, as if my senses have just woken from a deep hibernation. Steaming espresso, wet dog poo and the fabulous avenues of cherry blossoms.