|via fashion gone rogue
Seemingly a large percent of the humans I know have impelled themselves over to the European continent in a bid to escape monotonous weather; be it arctic or humidity. While I find myself annoyingly cornered with responsibilities, I can’t help but lose myself to daydreams of cerulean waters and iconic, Pinterest-worthy landscapes every time a ray of light catches my eye. That occasional spray of dappled light or diaphanous lace sends my mind catapulting to the Mediterranean. To chalky beaches adorned with muted umbrellas and worn lumber. Colourful Sangrias and tantalising Bellini’s. Cobblestones and bougainvillea laden thoroughfares. Market fresh produce and the romantic promise that comes from a vivacious bunch of florals. Andalusia and the South of France.
Yes, Europe in the summertime is eternally enchanting.