Rapsodii de toamna

Today, I woke up a bit grumpy. Of course, I would have liked to sleep more. The sky was covered and the peaks of the mountains were not visible. But just as fast, I realised that it's Friday and the weekend is coming! And this put a smile on my face.

Here it comes. You can feel it. The wet, subtle smell of the autumn. You can almost disinguish that melange of grapes, crispy copper leaves and water mellon. It's the end of August and France is preparing for a new school year : la rentrée.