Sundays can be magic, as out of time: a job of the time, a program that evolves with the desires and sensations, time he and random opportunities.
For example, in the morning, the sky is blue, the sun shines, we admire a hanging chandelier, it resumes path before the Pavilion des arts forains queue for preferring to settle on a chair a little further on the docks.
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Time covers, the wind rises, is cooler: it is better at home, with a cup of tea rose, served in a nice mug from Stockholm.
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The afternoon arrived, and it plunges into the universe any soft Sha and Salome and their days of rain.
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Is surprise by a small hunger at the lunch hour and we improvised a batch of cookies to the schockobons in based on a simple (but gourmet) recipe.
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All under the curious eye of the chat…
(and you, back to school, it's going to?)
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