Da Costa

Last night as I drifted off to sleep I was reminiscing about my time living along the Da Costakade in what was such an idyllic little apartment. Much was wrong with it — narrow staircases, not so much storage space and it could get awfully warm — but it did so much more right that I really miss that place. Especially laying on the sofa in the summer, next to the open window, reading a book, listening to the people at L’Affiche downstairs. That apartment was quite delightful and I miss it a lot.

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