In the morning, when he left Paris, it was cloudy. Already on the outskirts of the city there was such heavy rainfall that I hid under a bridge. An old cycling old woman was experiencing bad weather with me, I fed her with chocolate. After some time, I came to the conclusion that if I stood like this all day, I won’t have time for the kizomb master classes. Later, however, the rain stopped, I rolled along the suburban bike paths.
Loved the country houses. Blue, red, orange - for every taste. For the first time I saw very expensive cars and motorcycles, in the city there were mostly small cars. And what was the improvement of the path along the canal with flowers and pergolas. I drove through some reserve with a castle.And then he got into the forest. The phone recommended going around it, but I decided to stick to the channel, it's easier and saves the charge. I had to regret my decision, because the path after the rain was broken in puddles and completely abandoned. I felt uneasy when I saw a fallen tree, and behind it a burnt car. It looks like an ambush.
And then he got into the forest. The phone recommended going around it, but I decided to stick to the channel, it's easier and saves the charge. I had to regret my decision, because the path after the rain was broken in puddles and completely abandoned. I felt uneasy when I saw a fallen tree, and behind it a burnt car. It looks like an ambush.
My rummeits were Jean Mark, Kevin, and Emma from Sweden. For two days we stayed in a comfortable apartment https://www.airbnb.fr/rooms/13724244a. During the preliminary correspondence in the fb, I was wondering what kind of person this is, Jean-Marc. No matter what he wrote, at the end of each sentence was "Gwadada!" It seemed to me that he was a troll. It turned out that this is his last name and communication style. Even when sending voice messages, he inserted his last name, like a business card. Therefore, in the evening, with a bottle of red wine, Emma and I came up with a new toast - Guadada! It was fun ).
