Full Moon
It might have been the full moon and the penumbral eclipse (which I couldn't really see because the eclipse was too close to moon rise here in the Puget Sound region, so the moon was still dallying behind a curtain of Douglas firs) that had me remembering my first trip to Paris. Springtime in Paris. A lover's dream. I've celebrated Midsummer's Night in Paris. Not much interested in winter in Paris. I'd rather winter in Provence. But October in Paris. . . . that sounds lovely. With a side trip to Burgundy and Champagne. Haven't seen those regions yet. Let's raise a glass to exploring old and new places to love.
