weekend.

the fifth hour of happy on the terrace
first hour of happy
pre sunset on the terrace
tutti hugs
the fifth hour of happy on the terrace

I don't think I stopped smiling once all weekend. My face muscles are sore and my eye wrinkles are emerging, but for such a good cause.

Days spent lounging on rooftops drinking Prosecco with the sweetest family, a night of wine and cheese at Bin, more cheese at the Belmont (the Saint Nectaire is just so good...), a walk around the lake that became a nap in the sun, and the happiest happy hour on the terrace that turned into five happy hours on the terrace.