Paris is a dirty city.

There are bills, ads, cigarettes butts e v e r y w h e r e.

But this one piece of junk was next to some daisies, that grew despite the stones and the concrete; right at the feet of the Office for the Travels of the Youth.

 

Care to veganize and cook a pumpkin coco vanilla hazlenut soup and then wash our plates together with dish soap and paper towels?

AH! I thought THIS would be the climax of the drift! How could anything top a list of ingredients?


I even recorded the sound of the portal handles because it felt so important... alas it was so windy that it's hard to listen to!