Sol café, rue du boeuf, Lyon.
i’m sorry but my diners at Lyon are made alone, so i take my moleskine out of my pocket and i start to draw, to forget my sweet hart is faraway…
once i’ve finished to eat and to draw, i came back in the same restaurant and show this drawing to the waitress. she told me it was pretty. she asked me if i made paintings. i say no. she told me that it was still pretty and it’s better than a photography. she add that my small moleskine looks like indiana Jones note book.
i was feeling very happy
:-)

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