Europe has been blasted with an arctic funk these passed couple of weeks. This 0° C / 32° F Parisien weather has got me longing for summer and my Rygy bikini. It's been tough because I know back at the motherland it's summer and this February 18th, South Americans are gearing up for the biggest party of the Americas and I can't be in Rio to wear my feathered fantasia and samba no pé behind the gorgeous passistas, baianas and floats down the Sambodromo alongside my Escola de Samba Estação Primeira de Mangueira like I did a few years back.
Anywayzzz, I've been flipping thru old pics and found some about the little things I love of Paris in the summertime. For example, I miss having lunch at the Jardin des Tuileries during my work week, meeting friends for drinks at Île Saint-Louis, stepping over subway grates to cool of the ankles or grabbing a velib to the Bois de Boulogne for a Sunday afternoon picnic, play a lil futevôlei and then relax reading poetry aloud playing a mini harp while the boyf rows the boat, just playin' all's true but the harp.
moral of the story- Forget your sorrows you got to let it go, it's time for carnaval so you got to free your soul.