The greatest of all mistakes is to believe that summer looks the same wherever you go.
And I got to experience this first hand through my travels in May and June.
Urban summer to beach summer.
Sparkling blue waters to sweltering concrete jungle city heat.
Different landscapes offering the best antidote to the travel itch.
A tonic for both mind and body.
Quel bonheur !
Coast to coast, inspired by food, friends and long walks, I decided to devote lots of time to mental and physical inactivity.
Appreciating the world as it presents itself to me and snapping away those photos I love to take.
There is something to be said about this instinctively honest feeling of leaving without a plan and relying on strangers and your gut to find the best a new place has to offer.
Developing new friendships along the way.
Finding new great pleasures.
Et arrêter tout.
Many places proved to be great resting spots for a quick bite or to get away from the summer heat.
Huertas in the East Village.
ABC Kitchen near the Flatiron Building.
Toro in Boston’s South End.
Le Diplomate in D.C.
Food and places that melted my heart and satisfied many cravings.
Summer and the opportunity to witness love in the making.
Young beach goers in California witnessing the first signs of summer love as they spread their towels on the hot sand with their friends.
Friends getting married on Cape Cod as a private recital in the small cramped living room grabs everyone’s attention lulled by Debussy’s Clair de Lune.
Home-made summer jams and jellies lovingly made by a friend – a gift so sweet I could not avoid trying all 4 of them right the second in his beautiful lush southern green garden.
Pêche, framboise, fraise et mûre – un délice.
But while summer does not look the same everywhere, the enthusiasm for it is infectious.
Can you tell I learned to like summer since I moved in the southeast?
Wasn’t I blogging about my preference for fall and winter last year before moving?
Oh the changes you’ll see when you move!