The happy place

There’s this pub just a stone throw away where my wife and I go sometimes for a Guinness, or like yesterday, two.

It’s the new version of myself: a bakery bread eating city man with clipped toe nails who does yoga. A type of artist with a wide stance and a lazy eye.

I love 🇫🇷 France!

I feel this metamorphosis where I am becoming the butterfly version of myself.

Have I become my father?