Koffie

I found my place. I could live at de Koffie Salon, period. This trip is very different from last time -- I am not frazzled and distressed. Far from it, I am rested and calm. I already have a routine, with everything in its place, and time. I have a lended bike and a spot on the mezzanine overlooking the barrista and the street, and the giant candelabra (nothing special about it). My room is next to the prettiest canal cross in Amsterdam, say my fellow resident collegues. I sleep soundly, and even my hair are tamed today, a very rare feat.

I left the pair of jeans that I was going to wear every day at home in the dryer! There is a shop at the corner of the office (did I tell you it's on the market street?, what's a girl to do. She will shop.

I dare say that in Montreal, there isn't a writting spot as perfect as this one. I dare say.

Amourx