Monday, October 30, 2006
Dear Marc, it's fall, my favourite time of year. It's a bookish season, never too hot ot humid, a season always up for a brisk walk before tea by the fire. It's like nature whispering "I'm a Cambridge man, but I'm not just educated, I'm also entertaining, let me show you how I can set myself on fire". The temperature encourages layering and materials such a wool, cashmere and leather. God I love fall and went for walks all weekend.
Saturday I spotted two specimens of that rare breed, Homo Urbanus, in the wild! I believe they had escaped their natural habitat, the ad agency, to look for food before taking off to warmer lands for winter. Leaving the urban men behind, I kept walking.
I then stumbled over some Picassos, enjoying themselves in the grass and the sun.
By now, my legs were getting tired and I had to eat something. I went for cinnamon buns and coffee.
As you can tell by this picture, service was speedy!
Fall, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
With a new fall coat, new cardigan and deep blue jeans, I feel almost all set. Now if I could only find stylish orthopedic boots, I would be delirious with happiness.
Let me know if you know where I could find some.