The weeks after Helsinki passed in a blink, and honestly I don't remember them. Everything fell to boring routine, and I didn't draw, explore, or do anything worthwhile— I just waited.
I waited for Portugal.
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Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
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2 comments:
lucky you! you saw it and the gargols!
it was totaly froggy and so cold when we visit it last month with gérard michel…
It's a lovely place to visit!
Very fun :)
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