I wake up early to the sound of seagulls and passing boats. I get up, open the shutters and take in the oily still surface of the bay, fringed by a sliver of deserted sandy beach. There’s a mug of tea, croissants and pains au chocolat on the table. Someone is looking after me.

The nycer – Losing control


2 thoughts on “Saturday

  1. A mug of tea and croissants…yum! Right here, right now, we can see the advantages of cross-cultural fertilization.

    (And I am not talking about the kind your “UB” kindly delivered.)

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