Not every day can be filled with raspberry topped cakes, but luckily a photograph can prolong memories. Donald ordered this tart while I chose the grand macaron below. Most days are spent at work, then at home, then the same sequence over again. I'm not complaining, as I seem to fit nice moments and adventures throughout the weeks. Every photo tells a story.
I spent my birthday at this cafe last year, when I turned 22. It is my favorite restaurant.
I ate this delicious salad with a poached egg while in Nevada exactly one week ago.
I passed these empty tables on the way to more desserts!
It feels so nice to remember moments, in a fleeting cascade. The truth is that I tend to be quite private, which leads me to forget details. Most people I see on a daily basis don't know what I do for leisure, or where I go. I suppose I've always reserved such things for the right time, in the right place. Or perhaps I learned that only some will understand the experiences I treasure.