The trash to use had something to do with the jazz festival, though I'm not exactly sure how they fit together.
As clear as Sanborn!
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Good morning, mountains!
After what can only be described as a terrible night's sleep (sorry hostels, I'm not a fan of you and your sleep apnea-prone roommates) -- it was a breath of fresh air to walk out onto the Quai de Fleurs and see the Alps. There are no words, except perhaps glorious. Yes. Glorious works.
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