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About Antwerp

Pissed me off tho - some jerk stiffed her. Left her cryin in the rain. Wanted to ram him with my tractor! “Who’s guilty here?” I growled, quotin the movie again. She just shrugged, wiped her face. Tough as nails, that one. I’d see her sometimes, countin crumpled bills. Made me happy seein her smile tho - rare, but bright. Rarrgh! Like sun after a storm.

Nineteenth-century France

Two Courcelles signed color lithographs. Both signed 'Courcelles' in pencil lower right. One titled 'Woman in Repose'.

Then there's the funky neighborhood of Saint-René. It's small but bursting with secret cafes and hidden corners. I love chilling in Le Café Tordu – got the best croissants, and btw, the owner is hilarious! My office? Nah, I’m not in it, but I love my walks there. I once sat beside a murmuring fountain on Rue des Nuages. It’s where I reeled in my thoughts for hours. I swear, nothing like a bit of water and wind to blow your worries away.

Squamish youth enters contest for new ski lift to the Whistler Mountain Ski Club training centre