I wonder if it's possible ever to grow tired of having picnic?? Doubt it. It is such fun.
Today we went to Stromovka, picnic basket included cucumber salad sandwiches (and crab salad for the carnivore, grr), apricots, peaches and nectarines. And finnish salmiakki. Picnic book Haruki Murakami's 1Q84 part 3 but I have to browse 1 and 2 before moving on. The thick book doubled also as a pillow, micronapping in wild-ish nature is so cool. Notice the bubbles, there was a bublifuk too :D
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