Thursday, 7 January 2010

We used to sleep above our cafe and would usually go to bed quite late. Sometimes we could hear a bird with an electric guitar, singing the same little piece of song, over and over and over again. A she-bird going to bed later than us! Even though she was just training, we could guess there was a very talented artist next door. In the end we stopped running the cafe, but it would have been really sad to leave without finding out who was behind this beautiful voice. So Clarisse went to knock on Marie-Flore's door. All photos by Clarisse Demory.

1 comment:

  1. oh fun story!
    o course you had to knock on her door...;))