The unwashed espresso cup sits next to the machine for hours. It goes through three transitions, I've noticed: white, then off-white and then finally, brown. This cup sits untouched from...keep reading
Le bonheur au hasard "Where's your favorite place to be?", Francis asked. [Three weeks Later] There's something fascinating about looking outside the window during long train rides. It's the thrill...keep reading
I prayed for the Sun and the Sun came. It came every single morning. It comes at 7:30 am, it's golden hue waking the city from its slumber. In the...keep reading
There is something alluring about Parisian outdoor cafes. It's larger than the faint aromas of warmly-baked gâteux or steamy mugs of chocolat chaud that reduce me into jitters each time...keep reading
