vendredi 27 février 2009
I cannot stop smiling since my friends offered to me to sleep one night, once in Marseille, on a vintage 68' sailboat (see upside).
I couldn't find something more Mediterranean for you.
Spend a night on a boat is almost more exciting than all the chic hotels in New York. It's a poetry, a child dream, a nest for the lovers we are, little birds with salty feathers.
Ah, if I could see your smile when you'll read those lines!
Publié par B.A. à 03:04