Plane leaf, through a window, sauvignon blanc

I bring home the leaf of a plane tree which I will photograph. In the meantime it lies between the pages of my atlas because of its tendency to curl at the edges.

Passing an office window I see a girl laughing at a computer screen.

At lunch, a glass of sauvignon blanc, delicate and understated in the French (and it is from the south west of France) rather than in the fruity, boastful, new world style.