I am sitting in a café at the harbor and enjoying the view of the sea and the boats. The sun is toasting my foot through my sandals, but I don’t change my place. I want to enjoy the last rays of sun. I am soon going back to our usual cloud and rain in the far …
Month: July 2014
The story of the wig
We run under the thunderstorm and try to find a refuge. She suggests that we enter a bar and take a drink while we wait for this summer craziness to pass. We sit and order two glasses of Alsatian white wine. I let her choose for me, as she knows better when it comes to wines. I …