This is an impossible choice, so I’m just putting up a picture from October when I was in Paris. I spent a Sunday afternoon in the Parc de Sceaux. It’s a sprawling park about 15 minutes South of Paris on the RER B. Eugene Atget made a series of photos there in June 1925. I pretty much had the place to myself and wandered for a few hours. It was a gorgeous, serene day and then that night I went to a My Brightest Diamond concert, so maybe it was the perfect day.
I’ve only read a handful of books this year, but out of those, Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch was my favorite. I’ve since become aware of so many who disliked this story and her style, but I loved every word of it and got really invested in Theo’s well-being. It was a nice accompaniment on our 10-hour train ride back in August.