Anyway,I love the heat and I love the 150 years old building with super thick walls where I live and recover from the sticky humidity.
but the green roofterrace at my mister's flat is even nicer. It's not exactly an official terrace, you have to climb trough a window to get there, but somehow chives conquered the whole roof and you just want to roll yourself in sourcream to match your surroundings.
the entrance to chive land with my mister about to join me |
but I already have to take back what I said about longing for thunderstorms. Tomorrow Beirut is performing at an open air venue. I looooove Beirut!!! so please dear weather don't mess this up. thanks.