The restaurant also had a beautiful case of macaroons:
I’m not sure what a “Cassandra” is, but they were certainly boxed up nicely.
We stayed at the Fountainbleu, and this was the view from the window. The water was so blue and gorgeous…
The floor looked like it was covered in little bow ties…
When I was little, I remember going to the Fountainbleu with my Dad. Here’s what it looked like then:
And, here’s how it looks now: much snazzier, but still retaining the old feel:
I love revisiting places I know I’ve been a long time ago. I can feel the edges of those moments somehow, as if they’re reaching out to touch my soul again. Who knows, maybe Dad was there walking that day alongside me.