Sweater & Docs: Vintage/Jeans: Free People/Rabbit headband from Reykjavik
Excuse me if I look sleepy in these images — between on and off colds, lack of sleep, and constant sight-seeing I’ve been wearing myself pretty thin. After a day running between as many museums as I could handle I took a much needed respite in the Luxembourg Garden watching the bocce players. There is one group of about eight or nine Frenchmen and one woman who have been there whenever I’ve passed through — regardless of the time of day — playing in the exact same spot. I don’t know why, but I’ve become completely captivated with sitting and watching them, even though I neither understand how bocce works nor any words that come out of their mouths. Some things bypass language and understanding.
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