Know why?
Cause it was a beautiful warm sunny day in a beautiful city, I had a nice cafe to go to for a delicious coffee and croissant (though the ones in Paris are better, they certainly aren't as inexpensive for the slightly better quality) and I had a really good book.
A little slice of heaven.
I sat around, drank my coffee, ate my croissant, paid up (2€) and went out to catch the next bus.
When you see the driver with the back of the bus open, and half a fan belt in his hand, it's probably a bad sign, but know what? It was still a beautiful day, I had just had some really good food, I had an alternative for getting home and I still had the good book.
Sometimes, life is so sweet.
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It’s a gift to be able to find happiness in the little things – a good book, a cup of tea, talking with friends, finding some “alone” time amidst the frantic pace. Not only do you possess this gift, you also possess an eye for beauty – you’re doubly blessed!
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Sounds like a happy accident to me! Good for you to turn it into a plus instead of a frustrating minus.
I don't remember when was the last time I saw coffee+croissant for only 2€... Anyways it'll be fun when the man asks how your day was, and you answer "great, I missed my bus, it was delightful" :D
It was a lovely day. Today was utterly beautiful too.
Quin dia més maca!
Hard to translate, directly it would be 'which day more beautiful!' But really, 'what a beautiful day!'
And it was.
It sounds sweet there!
'tis mostly!
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