I often have a feeling that afternoons are meant to be lazy; and if it is late summer and it happens to be a Sunday and you are taking a stroll by the lake side in a small French town, a cup of coffee in one of those romantic small cafes is just too perfect.
Tag: Travel story
Moments were floating like a cloud in the mind, and when they bumped into the right cord, drizzling started, followed by a heavy shower. Slowly, silently and undeviatingly, I got soaked in the drizzle; a drizzle of glimpses of that afternoon and evening; our laughter; our words. And then I was completely drenched; drenched in the shower of memories.