(memories of my French summer 2013)
The appartement in which I stayed while I was in Paris was really tiny but so French. It consisted of one light room with a big window overlooking the courtyard with leaves fallen already in August and neighbours' scooters. I liked to stand beside that window thinking of how to spend the day. And in the evenings Julien and I have been sitting on the sofa, placing on the table numerous plates with different kinds of cheese, ham and baguette, pouring red wine into glasses, turning on some good music and talking and talking..
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