Afternoon delight

Clearly there’s nothing delightful about Mondays, especially when the weather is about as enthusing as an anhedonic on Xanax, but your dearly beloved blogger is in a good mood nonetheless, mostly because it’s now official… she won’t be spending the next four months in a tent or on a park bench. But that’s another story…

Returning to our regularly scheduled program, I met my fine feathered friend here in the Parc de la Tête d’Or…

…or as I like to call it, park of “Look out, there’s a jogger running you over!”. I kid, I kid, lovely park and all that, and I’m sure there’ll be more photos of it once the rose garden is in bloom. I hear it’s a thing of beauty.

Till next time, ta-ta, au revoir, and whatnot…