the view from my window

northern france seems to get quite a bit of fog. laon is no exception. the skies are often white but when the fog descends, it's right in your face. it feels like you're wearing fogged-up glasses that you can never clean off.

this is right outside of julie daubié. if you look really hard, right behind that house,

you can see the outline of where a church is normally found. really look. trust me it's there.

the streets of laon, like out of an eerie fairy tale.