Oh ma Lou il fallait que j'abrège.

#8. Serge Gainsbourg - Marilou sous la neige.

[ I had hard times finding something that could match this song as it talks about ... uh, a girl killed and burried under the snow. So the only link to and the picture is that it deals with something that has been shortened ... Yes. ]

On the train between Paris and Orléans.

Three days ago I learned that if I ever wanted to get a master I had to come back to France on the 4th to take an exam. So no more Scotland for me, I left Thor and Maya venture alone up in the North and took a last minute bus to Paris. It feels so weird, I had spent the last two weeks telling myself that as long as Scotland was yet to come it was fine ... But now that Scotland has vanished and that I'm here, at home, I have the feeling that there is something, somewhere, that still needs to be finished.