Final Night in Caen
I have been thinking about all the things that will be my last time here in Caen: last walk down the harbour, last shop at the Monoprix(grocery store) or last cheerful `Bonjours` to the lovely people at ésam. For a city, whose name I could not even pronounce nor even locate on a map, in three long and short months of calling it home, has become a place to which I want to return. Maybe I have a penchant for romance and this French city and culture has wooed this simple prairie