Fool's garden or the house of fun

This is where I live. Welcome to the house of fun.

Like the big kitchen of Korallen, my appartment is always boisterous. Full of people and full of laughs.

Even Mike and Irene couldn't resist the temptation to come and have fun with us.

Here one doesn't need any excuse to paint himself like a clown, wednesdays are the magic days, the bathroom mirror witness of our crazyness and the sofa, fully booked of couchsurfers.
Come and see! fun is between the 4 walls of the living room!

Moules frites

Je ne parle pas français!!

but.. as I said before... words are not needed . Is enough with a bit of China martini, a couple of cheese and chorizo galletes and you, my dream team!

With all this one can make a big party in the metro station or in the elevator!

The most important return since the return of le chat noir!! the return of the dream team! (and friends)

Salut Sarah, Antoine, Julie, Morgane and Vincent! Nice to see you again. Thanks for this 4 days under the rain.

Me, I like France

No words needed...
Streets of Paris... I went there to make the Erasmus feeling burn again and the entire universe seemed to agree with that feeling. All was like a big dejà vu. Including Julie's room, a copy of Korallen, and the Roskilde carpet.

The weather remembered me a lot the cloudy and rainy days (even though really beautiful) in Copenhagen and the amazing skies after raining.
Cold, wind ... no umbrellas... coming back home completely wet, frozen and sick.
Galletes as a breakfast, lunch and dinner. Butter and brie cheese. Blue tower diet. Beers for 6 euro.
Is it that Paris is somehow like Copenhagen? or is just an optical illusion,because I'm with you, the dream team, and everything looks like before.