Bye paris.

Thanks for the smells of my primary school, the wonderful town of Provins, the rain that comes down every single day, oh and that one occasion of hail. Thank you for also the delectable but expensive pastries, the countless bauggettes that i never got sick of, the pain au chocolat that had been my favourite since young. Thank you also for the mass at st joseph's church, which make me remember how my dad used to scout for churches when we took a family holiday. Thank you for letting me remember the times that i secretly never wore the underwear that my mama used to wash in the sinks on our trips to malacca. Merci bouku