Culture finally

I got a cold last night, ain't surprising, running outside in the rain with a t shirt only. Aurelis has a bt of something to. We decide to make it a quiet day and go for the museums, we walk our way there, make fun of each other as usual. We start to have this very special relationship, after more than a week of cohabitation, she really lets everything go when it comes to making jokes or fun of me. And so do i. Damn French might well be the best language for this. Deux vrai langue de putes...



The National art collection is pretty nice and very well located in the old Turkish bath of the city. Nice paintings, sculptures and a piano Aurelie does not dare to play. After a lot more walking through the city and getting quite lost, we end up in a small bar that she knows. We are the first ones around, sit down for a couple beers and a slightly depressed talk. The sort of moment where you don't know anymore why you are here, where you are going, whats happening next and what you want. Not in the trip but rather in life. But fortunately the bar owners and waiters are nicer and since we spent everything on beer and have no more money after the 3 or 4 hours we spent here, they offer us a plate of melted cheese with bread.
We make it home, on a cab of course, no way we walk home.