Another Porto picture. There was a fado music festival while we were there, and they were giving away free balloons to kids, but Paul got me one. We went to a concert at a fancy rooftop bar, and he pointed out that only two other people there had balloons, and they were both under twelve. “You’re obviously much cooler than all the other grown women here,” he said.
Wedding season continues, minus a wedding. We went to Marseille for what should have been our bestest friend’s big day, now postponed. (His fiancé is still married - the divorce got interrupted when his ex’s lawyer went missing. It turns out the lawyer was involved in some legal problems of her own, and skipped town for a while. Marseille!) They did have something to celebrate: fiancé’s been offered a job on Morocco, so they’re moving in September. Same-sex marriage isn’t recognized there, so the wedding will still be in France. I hope it will be soon, romantically because true love and hearts uniting, and selfishly because I bought a new dress just for the occasion and I really want to wear it.