Plant growing through the floor. When I noticed it, the woman passing said, "c'est beau, n'est-ce pas?"
Yann playing his accordian. His father gave it to him when he was a little boy, right before he was tortured and killed by the Germans after trying to escape the prison camp (his father.) Yann is my favorite of the office. He takes care of me. I was feeling a little sick in the car on the way home and curled up into my prefered fetal position in the passenger seat. "Oh, ma pauvre petite Lola," says Yann. He always calls me "petite Lola" or "la petite americaine."
So, as you can see the life of a young
intern/student is a rough one.
And having run out of pretty blue euros long ago, I've decided to go Crime and Punishment style and have tea for every meal.
The napoleon mug in action.
-- Post From My iPhone
Adorable.
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