Geneva Journals- The lafarce Haul

I walked from Plainpalais on the same path I took a year ago. I came across Alina and few other familiar faces. I got around and collected the food. Everytime I walk out from Lafarce, I'm always abundant with a lot of bread. Sunny days. Sugary crepes. LaFarce hauls always reminds me of a lot of memories- light and intense. On my way home, I found a few books. A couple on art.