Je me souviens et Moi.

So we get on the bus at 8:30 sharp, after a juice box and pain au chocolat off we go! Front row seat on the way to Normandy, i.e one of the last remaining seats on the bus. Getting the full view of the bus driver navigating the narrow and bustling streets of Paris: delivery … Continue reading Je me souviens et Moi.


Liberation et Moi.

You know the feeling when you open the door on a cold day. That burst of fresh and icy air just hits you. No matter if you mentally prepare for it every time, it just happens. It sends a chill down your spine, but with that chill it makes you feel alive. It awakens you … Continue reading Liberation et Moi.