Domestic Duplicity

So it's once again another one if those rainy mornings, the dude in front of the house wave again, to Bridgette sitting on our bar stool by the kitchen window. I wonder why we're so lucky an it's usually during a Saturday or Sunday that we get these grey (Or is it gray? We had a discussion about it yesterday... For the curious, Wikipedia says it's both)... that we get these gray morning which are just perfect for a baguette with jam, tea and lounging in the couch. This is the story of our weekend lives.

I've been wanting for a while to make a post on domestic shots, parallel worlds past and present, and I had such a good time excavating old albums for Fairview pics and putting them next to our St Denis loft ones.