An unexpectedly glam weekend entailing all sorts of good food, fascinating people and woozy late nights…not the least of moments included a slip dress and sugar snap peas at Franny’s, an impromptu bbq at an insanely cool apartment, a kinda kinky jell-o exhibition on the wrong side of the tracks, the empanada-inspired Smith Street fair where I found five bucks on the ground, two Maggie Gyllenhaalian APC jumpers from Atlantic Ave, the sweet discovery of Lyon with its salad Lyonnaise and perfect steak au poivre, an endless ocean of Rosé, very little beauty rest and about 100 cumulative miles of walking around the best city in the world. And now…I eat peanut butter toast, wear a long t-shirt and turn it all off.
