Last summer was pretty good. That's because I was in Europe for the first half, eating real croissants and drinking good coffee and dressing up and talking about architecture. This year I'll be in LA. But like my good friend J. said: Let's have a really good summer! There's the beach and berry picking and Hollywood Forever and I have yet to experience that elusive dinner party with kids. It's going to be a summer of love---minus the psychedelic drugs and flowers in my hair.
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