After Paris it was Luxembourg. Why? Because I am mosying my way to Aachen. Why Aachen? Not because of Charlemang, not to see any particular building, nothing to do with an historical event.
I found that glass of wine. While getting a little bit lost and slightly turned around on my walk back to the apartment I passed by countless little bars, restaurants, cafes between the Louvre and Le Marais. Some were cute, some were edgy, some somber, some full of life, but none drew me in.
The the calm before the storm. Those seven weeks with family and friends in Vancouver and on Vancouver Island, an interlude between the life I led in New Zealand and the life I will tread on the Eurasian continent over the next year.
A friend of mine gave me a gift certificate for a session with Margaret Hema a year ago. I had heard of her before, stumbled across her website, hummed and hahhed, typed out an email to book an appointment, but never followed through.
I love, love, love, love shopping at organic grocery stores. They make finding ways to live cleaner almost effortless.
It is not just about local, organic produce. It is not even about the gluten free baking, the organic, raw chocolates (but holy crap does it come close!), the fairtrade coffee, organic cat food, the refill station for cleaning liquids, nor the relaxed and friendly staff.
It is about the innovation.