So I thought I was gonna be such a good house guest and bring a cup of fresh hot coffee to Christine at just the perfect moment. Knowing the baby wakes for his feedings at midnight, 3am, 6am– I thought I would tap lightly on the door at about quarter to 9am and deliver some fresh-pressed coffee to the young mother.
Things I love about Providence: the house colors. Seriously, these few snapshots don’t even begin to tell the story because they were all taken just standing on one street, in one spot– in pajamas and bare feet– so quickly snapped to be sure.
Another great thing about Providence?
Seriously– some of the best food ever, anywhere.
And, it doesn’t hurt that the weather has been so sweet.
Sunny, sunny, sunny and mild.
Yesterday, Christine and I tooled around, up and down the old brick streets and across the Brown campus– pushing little Vijay in his red pram (<–ha! how much do I love that word. Pram. Too fun. Okay, it was a stroller, whatever).
Today we are doing more of the same– which is a good thing because the way I can’t seem to stop eating all this gorgeous bread (read: local Portguese AND French bakeries, oh dear lord, I am doomed) this tush of mine is gonna need to be sprinting up those hills.
But now, would you like a glimpse of the mama and child? Of course you would.