I'm on the road a lot these days. I've learned to let go of things.
Because things are hard to carry around.
Like the other day when I met friends for drinks and I had to explain why my tote was full of plants.
I found this old suitcase on the street.
I have a weakness for any suitcase
(thanks mom and dad for storing that set of pink Samsonite suitcases),
and this one wasn't so pretty from the outside, but the inside is a little treasure.
I feel like a travelling salesman with my little wares that I can just pop up shop anywhere.
next stop rue du dragon.
i think the name beats the former champion: beadel street.