Ban and I went for a little walk the other evening. We were headed to the free Ikea shuttle bus that leaves every few hours from the market square (neat, eh?) in order to cheaply replace our older-than-Moses tupperware (fauxpperware?). The few survivors we had were warped and melted from years of abuse/being shoved in backpacks/microwaved/dishwashered, and all invariably had that gross spaghetti-stained tinge to them, with the scratched-up plastic from years of fork scrapin'- you know what I'm talking about. I know you do.
As we headed out it was blustery and grey, but just as we arrived at the square the sun broke through the clouds and we had our first minuscule feeling of seasonal change. It was still gloves-chilly, but for those few minutes, in the golden sunset, you could smell something in the air. It was lovely! It takes its sweet-arse time, but maybe in some way that makes us appreciate it more.
Just have a look at the photos above. They're quite stark- cold, a little grey- and then look at the ones snapped in the same evening, just after the sun came out:
Don't tell me you can't feel that! Even through a photo. Gah-lorious!
And, bonus, we totally scored a whole set of fauxpperware (copyrighting that shit right now) for, like, 10 Euro. BACK OF THE NET.