Beautiful Place
It was always a lovely day when Mary Poppins was around. There was no doubt about that. Though, a woman such as this did not belong in the mundane nor the mediocre. She was a world of her own, which, because of this fact, meant she was never quite given the justice she deserved. Not by reality.
That was precisely the reason why Bert preferred to meet her outside of their world- in a Jolly Holiday. It may have been a painting, a poem, or simply outside of the planet altogether and into the heavens, where only the stars were allowed. Here was where she belonged. It made little sense to anybody else but it made perfect sense to him.
Perhaps the Holiday was all the more enchanting for her having been in it, or perhaps it was simply that way because she was the one who had made it exist. And its loveliness was simply an extension.
Bert could never quite say, but he knew one thing. Any day was a splendid day when he was with Mary Poppins.