Life seems to be slowly falling into
places. Very slowly as we still don't have a flat, but I guess the
main reason – besides the fact it's the hardest thing to do in
Paris – is that we needed to figure out if that's what we wanted,
if we wanted to stay here. It seems that for now it is, work is
giving me opportunities I'm quite exited about so I'm curious to try
that path into the fashion industry before going to our farm dreams.
People sometimes laugh when I talk about that, it's the last thing
they expect, but then I talk about the ocean, the salty air and the
fields and they understand. I still wish I could have it all, a
couple weeks in Paris, a couple weeks in London, a couple weeks in
Brittany. I must remember to buy a euromillion ticket tomorrow...
The pictures are from last weekend at
the bird and flower market near Saint-Michel on l'île de la Cité.
It is no Colombia Road though, and the birds in cages were just too
sad. I love birds too much to have them in a cage.
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