Here’s some more film photos from the Jardin de Luxembourg in Paris. (Luxembourg is one of those words I always have to look up the spelling of, otherwise I’m tempted to insert all kinds of extra vowels).
I initially planned to sit and write postcards on a bench, but it was bitterly cold.
And apparently at risk of dangerous wind.
So I went into the tea-room to write my postcards and zine notes.
Inside they served me a pot of Earl Grey with the fanciest teabag I’ve ever seen. It was made of cheesecloth and had a sewn seam all along the edges. Imagine sitting sewing and stuffing posh teabags all day as a job.
I admired this man’s dedication to outdoor reading.