Memories of December.
We give some, we take some.
Memories of December.
We give some, we take some.
Natural light love.
One of the places that always make me feel at home.
And the world is perfect, because they are around.
TheĀ air was filled with soft Christmas jazz. There was no one else except us. The air-con was perfect for combating the humidity outside.
Everything was perfect, except for the fact that my latte did not have art.
But it’s ok.
First time going there alone, trying their Tomato and Cheese Toasties (which were really good), and exploring new areas in their spacious abode.
Have never seen a more creative use of space and antiquity. Loved every inch of everything.
Does the preservation of tradition inevitably lead to modernization,
Like two diverting parties reaching an agreement after a compromise?