angel at a crosswalk

Last week I went to Willaimsburg, Virginia to visit the old colonial town with some family. We attended a Sunday service at a gorgeous white-columned Methodist church, where elderly couples wore their Sunday best, and kind ladies wore their hats and pearls. Just after we filed out and were about the cross the street, I spotted this sign at the intersection. The angels have got our backs.

The church was also right across from the College of William and Mary. The weather was 90 degrees plus with sweltering heat. So... despite that we had to explore a bit of their campus before leaving. Below is their new campus.

And we paid a visit to our old pal Thomas Jefferson. The bronze statue that was a gift from the University of Virginia. We all wanted to be like him. (Being bronzed is in, haha.)

The colonial town was picturesque, with occasional reenactments of speeches, of lovers separated because of the war and slaves dreaming of freedom. Men "fenced it out" to take care of their problems, women wore bonnets with full-length dresses. They shot cannons. They read the Declaration of Independence.

The entire district was renovated and restored with buildlings dating from the 1700s, funded by the Rockefellers. There were apothecary shops, hat shops, metal working and a historic insane asylum, now a museum. It is pretty cool to see the evolution of this country over the past few hundred years.

summer time

it's the summer.

there are many things to be thankful for.

je suis reconnaissante.

(this feeling, reflected from the water)