Last Sunday, Ce wanted to enjoy some chlorophyll and I was as reckless and ennoying as a young puppy so we decided to go to the park. At first we were meant to visit the Japanese Garden that we liked so much 3 years ago, but because I found the guy at the entrance so annoying (you HAVE to have your proof of residency to get the San Franciscan price, finished the legendary amazing Scottish trust) that we decided to go to the Botanical Garden instead - as both are in the Golden Gate Park. I have to say that I felt very ashamed after a while and my peevish temper must have been influenced by the Moon position or/and the stars were not aligned properly! But it turned out extremely well as the BG is a perfect park for a lazy Sunday walk, and a relaxing place for hot-tempered heads! It represents a surface of 55 acres and has 750.000 plants (lovely but imagine my anguish imagining Celine wanting to stop at everyone of them to study their etamins and pistils...!)
another of Ce's skill: she speaks squirrel fluently!
Nothing to do with the Garden: a new superb metallic structure, temporary placed in a square in front of our favourite bakery where we sometimes indulge with Tropeziennes, chaussons aux pommes (apple turnover) or flans... :