THERE IS A LINE in Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast that says, “When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest”, and that is how we’re feeling at this very moment, after a walk in the palm-tree laden jardins filled with joggers preparing for beach season, families pushing prams and walking dogs, and the rest of us, strolling leisurely along, feeling the warm SUN on our faces as if for the first time. It’s a rather ROMANTIC time of year, and so this colour story lingers on the dusky hues of the season: whispers of delicate cherry and magnolia and pale tufted satin; gilded walls and wicker, the air heavy with the scent of orange blossoms and promise …
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