It took me a long time to learn to love picnics. We took a family road trip almost every summer when I was a kid, and these adventures invariably involved one or two stops at road side picnic areas, complete with wooden benches in varying states of decrepitude, garbage cans with their own wasp population and outhouses, which I will avoid describing with any adjectives, because I know you can all use your imaginations. Add to all of that the fact that I am a notoriously fussy eater (and to this day don't like cold sandwiches) and you have a recipe for a very unhappy Cee. It wasn't until we lived in Paris - surprise, surprise; everything really is better there - that I began to embrace picnics. Ian proposed to me on a winter picnic on l'Allee de Cygnes in 2009. When we moved back to Paris in 2012, we lived so near Place des Vosges that we spent almost all of our spring and summer evenings camped out on the grass there, most often with a bottle of champagne (in fact, we even had special picnic champagne cups) and usually with some cheese to snack on, too.There are very few places in Vancouver that can rival Place des Vosges in terms of charm, but Granville Island has a lot going for it, particularly on a sunny day when the water in the marina glitters and harbour seals come out to play. Of course, part of the fun of a picnic is dressing for it and when I found this dress hidden at the back of my closet - I wore it for my wedding rehearsal dinner five years ago, but, convinced it surely would never fit again, I hadn't bothered to try putting it on since - I knew that it was deserving of a truly fabulous day out. And what could be lovelier than sweet treats and cold lemonade under a shady tree on a hot summer day?
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