I've always found picnics more appealing in theory than in practice. For one thing, despite my best efforts, they never seem to live up to the Platonic ideal of Manet's Le Déjeuner Sur L'Herbe, with its frank promise of bosky frolic. For another, I'm not a super-organized person, and the picnics that I've put together--usually packed in brown paper grocery bags whose bottoms rip open after being saturated with leaked olive oil from hastily wrapped plates of tomatoes and mozzarella--have tended ...
I've always found picnics more appealing in theory than in practice. For one thing, despite my best efforts, they never seem to live up to the Platonic ideal of Manet's Le Déjeuner Sur L'Herbe, with its frank promise of bosky frolic. For another, I'm not a super-organized person, and the picnics that I've put together--usually packed in brown paper grocery bags whose bottoms rip open after being saturated with leaked olive oil from hastily wrapped plates of tomatoes and mozzarella--have tended ...
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