Je prends un bol d'air.
I'm getting a change of air tomorrow: literally. Georges and I, and le Garçon, are leaving town for two weeks at my sister-in-law's place in Saint-Raphaël. It's the spring school holidays, perfect timing to shake off the remaining dregs of the grey (polluted) Paris air.
All I want to look at for the next two weeks are palm trees, azure-blue seas, sandy beaches and a pastis bottle.
And the love in my husband's eyes. He needs this vacation as much as I do.
(Sketch by my SIL of Georges reading on one of our favorite beaches.)