Here's a picture of my school taken at night. We're on the top three floors of a five storey building. On the right you can just make out the ghostly picture of a little girl holding her schoolbook. I took this picture last week before we went to Sinchon.
Sometimes, if I get really hungry I run downstairs and into Paris Baguette and buy a sandwich or something. Corneli also sometimes buys me stuff from Paris Bagueete. I usually buy all my bread and rolls from a much better bakery called Tous Le Jours. The bread is better, and layout of the shop is better, and the shopwner is always friendly.
One additional reason why I don't go much to Paris Baguette is I once asked the owner's daughter if she wanted to have coffee with me. The answer she gave me was not exactly what I expected. I guess I expected her response to be something a bit more elaborate. I said, "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"
Her answer: "No."
That was it.
Her mother has started greeting me if she sees me walking outside the shop, but it's just not enough to get me back in there.
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