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.