Sweater & Docs: Vintage/Jeans: Free People/Rabbit headband from Reykjavik

Excuse me if I look tired in these images — between on and off colds, lack of sleep, and constant sight-seeing I’ve been wearing myself thin. After a day running between as many museums as I could manage, I took a much needed respite in the Luxembourg Garden watching the bocce players. There is one group of about eight or nine of the same French men and one woman who have been there whenever I’ve passed through — regardless of the time of day — playing in the exact same spot every time. I don’t know why, but I’ve become completely captivated with sitting and watching them, even though I neither understand how bocce works nor any words that come out of their mouths. Some things transcend language and understanding.