Today I went to Geneva and had only my camera for company. She's good company. It's been a while since I pulled her out. She's felt a little abandoned.
I walked along the lake, people watching, bird watching, water watching, sky watching. Watching, watching.
I like red.
I like the way she posed her legs.
I watched a movie being filmed in the Old City. I do not know how the main actor was, but he was tres mignon.
I sat and read a book under this striped umbrella. It glowed. It cast a rosy glow upon my guilty pleasure novel that takes place in Milan. I'm thinking of going to Milan on Monday and finishing up the novel there...so I can see The Last Supper (a major focus in the novel).
I like when things are lined up. And standing straight. And generally ignored by most people who are walking by.