. . . and the weekend has begun with golden rays of april morning sun, streaming through tall windows and high ceilings, past the rose-coloured and silk draperies, and spilling onto toile; there have been lingering walks along old cobblestone streets, quaint little shops and new favourite coffee places; newspapers and magazines and baguettes with serrano & gruyère that tasted like a summer’s picnic along the seine; there have been white blossoms and gildes vases, and so much more to look forward to in the days and weeks to come . . .
hope you’re having an impossibly romantic weekend, and that it’s beautiful where you are, —roséline xo