A week in october.

1. On Saturday mornings we walk to the bakery down the street, and buy freshly made, lovely bread.

2. Just a little part of all our books, they spread away from the shelf and end up in piles all over the place...

3. 19 o clock-ish on a Thursday evening. The tram looks empty and eerie this time of year. Two months ago it would have been packed with people going to the sea.

Psssst! This is my Flickr.