There were Easter Bank holidays and Boricua and I escaped out of doors. We are so ready for sunshine!
I realize that a lot of what gets posted on this blog appears rather insulated, because it is an escape, too. Because outside of the enchantments and blessings of our lives (the details I try to record), there is plenty to worry about.
Terrorism. Injustice for those who least deserve it. Xenophobia. Political polarization. I fear being a bystander in the refugee crisis. Boricua and I are trying to get a business up and running. I am doing horribly with time management. The list goes on. That's why this post is Prima Vera. The etymology of the word in both Spanish and English implies beginning. Each hour is an opportunity for a new one, something we celebrated this weekend. Hope!
This is a little piece of Bayswater, in West London.
These are some sights Boricua regularly sees on his way to work, from the top of the double-decker buses. This was on our way to visit Regent's Park, also West London!
Those feet though!
Violet Hill Gardens
Hidden away in Maida Vale.
So mews used to be where the rich kept their horses. Now they are THE QUAINTEST, cutest, poshest little places to live. I'm in love.
We discovered a new sport at this recreation center. The field is square.
They call it a "Bowling Green." I love that the dog sign depicts, fittingly, a Yorkie.
I began Spring "Break" working on a consultancy project with these lovely two. (We're normally one more but he had a job interview! Fingers crossed!) We tried out The Book Club (a café/art/club type place) in Shoreditch, and loved it. Hot chocolate = amazing.
There is a light gray building towards the middle of that photo that had me staring for a few minutes - it is an optical illusion!