Pas de noms et pas d'empreintes digitales


I cycled with two collapseable chairs from Juan Les Pins to Antibes yesterday.

I was the most tired person in french class today.

I came fourth in the poker this evening.

I am sipping to a glass of whisky.

I want to go ice skating tomorrow.

I think I heard a girl on the bus say something in Norwegian the other day.

I am pretty sure I don’t despise France anymore, only a itty-bitty-tiny piece of annoyance left.