Bonjour

Yesterday I mentioned this blog to Cleo, reminding her that I put photos of her, and thoughts about her and music, on the computer. And I asked what she thought of that.

'I like music,' she responded, entirely guilelessly. What kind of music do you like? I asked? 'Jazz,' came the reply, in the firmly assertive style of a 4-year-old who deals in things, rather than gray areas.

'And what kind of jazz do you like?' asked L. A pause, and then Cleo answered that, too: 'What a Wonderful World.'

She was thinking of the Louis Armstrong classic - but she might also have been thinking of the day itself - for the song fit. We had awoken to soft blue skies, had some croissants at Bonjour, made our way down to the soccer fields, and then unfolded a picnic among the tulip fields at Sherwood Gardens - and now we were at the JHU spring fair, where magicians competed for the attention of the passels of children with a large inflated moon bounce. And so while we didn't hear any jazz - a country song carried, from a distance, and a banjo player explained the origins of that instrument in West Africa - Cleo's answer felt entirely appropriate. In the moment, for a few moments at least: a wonderful world, indeed.