Suddenly, I found myself in a taxi in Paris, talking to the friendly taxi driver as if my French is anything near fluent. At least I understood him, and I was surprised that my sunken-away school-french came floating to the surface while he offered me a carambar candy. That gesture was just so sweet, and the candy reminded me of wonderfully endless summers in France, with my parents and my brother.
In Paris, the weather was fabulous. back in Amsterdam, it rained cats and dogs, hence the combination on this journal page. And well, the cappuccino is self explanatory.
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