I arrived as a wreck but felt resurrected the next morning.

I had the luxury to sleep at a friend’s place in a beautiful apartment. He greeted me with food, which is the best thing to be greeted with, in my opinion. His host is an artist and her beautiful paintings covered the walls.

We had breakfast on the balcony at the same altitude as the swallows, with the sun warming our faces and the neighbourhood waking up below.

(The artist? Salomé Marivoet.)

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(This story told in pictures.)