A small Swiss town, a river running through its centre: A green river through a red town. Fast and slow at once; ancient and modern.
I just saw someone on TV who started a Cuban restaurant after visiting Cuba a few times. I laughed. Out loud. What is wrong with me?
I like to know where I am going. Not in a grand scheme of things way: “God” laughs in the face of my plans; in the day to day.