the sweet smell of home.
i live there.
i lost there.
i liked a lot there.
there were croissants, pain au chocolats and indeed chocolate short bread. who'd have thought a fine French chocolatier would make the best short bread I've ever come across?
Or that an irish bar would obligingly open at the end of the street?
Apparently, according to my shorter amigo, who's husband thoughtfully sprang for the entire trip (he also issued her with Euros to pay for taxis to get us from Eurostar to hotel and back again), Lille always had a certain 'eau de drainage that is broken'.
I must have one hell of a passion for the city because i genuinely don't remember.
say. maybe it's time i went to Venice, after all, i hear that's cute and stinky too