miðvikudagur, október 24, 2007


Spires, ramparts, cobbles. There were leafy bushes going a brilliant red, and my camera without a battery. Is there northern light like that in France as well?

Dozing on the plane, fragments still go through my head: defense, but, tirer, rue, verre, terrine, cidre, rive, sucre, Zuaves, parcours, porquois, porte, Saint Jean.

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No, this place had moose. Moose!

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