It seems that we got a few more days of summer on Friday and Saturday.
There was coffee outdoors and a postcard written to friends while the sun warmed my neck.
There was a really good folk music (though not the most traditional) gig on Friday night ("Night of the Arts", an annual festival when there are all kind of cultural events around the city through the night) and drinks with friends later.
There was more coffee in another outdoor café with a newly engaged couple visiting from London. And a lot of wasps trying to eat our cinnamon rolls.
And a good view from the café.
There were dahlias admired and photographed
and a lazy happy day ending with a dinner and a film at a friend's place.
It might have been my favourite day of all this summer.