. . . bits of our weekend included the requisite eggs benedict and champagne cocktail at sunday brunch, this time, in the garden of a favourite french restaurant; and there were also butterflies and white lilacs, and drinks on another sunny terrace in another part of town, dappled in patches of golden sunlight and the scent of a million more lilacs . . .
hope you’ve had the most intoxicatingly lovely late-spring weekend, and that it’s beautiful where you are, — roséline xo