To cut or not to cut really short that is the question... I have got tired of my long hair and so decided to cut them really short--way to short. In my mind there are more important things to do, alright, I can say that because of Karen I don't want to spend so much time doing my hair or say that I am just plain lazy. Let's pick the latter. I am not really into blow drying then ironing them flat for a straighter hair. I just don't want to go through all these routine. So the ceramic hair iron that my mother gave me is now tucked in my drawer. Hair brushes of all sorts now lodge under the sink. I have bid them goodbye and didn't look back just a triumphant smile knowing that I will no longer need them. Starting today, this gooey substance in a green tube is my new ally. Will this last? Maybe...The most important thing is I feel great.
Dijon, one of the cities in France, was the destination of our mid-week get away. The city,which is well known for its mustard,is a 3-hour train ride from Genève via Lausanne. As I've mentioned in my previous post ,this was my first time to visit the city. We arrived mid-day to a gloomy surrounding and headed to Quick, sort of Jollibee here. Yet,the real treat was in the old town. Walking on the paved street for me was like being transported to another era. Aside from Musée des Beaux-Arts Dijon, we were able to visit Cathédrale de Saint Bénigne and the Notre Dame de Dijon. However,due to time constraint we were not able to visit other places. Our evening meal was in Le Théâtre des Sens, a small but cozy restaurant and where I've tried escargot. Yes, I did and blame it on the kir! Our dinner was really good,the waiter was very cheery and accomodating. We stayed at the Hotel Des Ducs where we spent the rest of the night watching crime scene investigation. Ah! the joy of havin...
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