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Just a Lazy Sunday

The next day was a Sunday, so went for the 10am English mass, and there was no choir... but this magnificent tree more than made up for the lack of music in church. 
The huge tree in church, it feels like the tree is dancing and inviting you to dance too... those tree limbs weaving magic and wonder into your being. Took some pictures under this giant comforting tree.

The cute little library on the way to church... you take a book and keep any book back. These libraries and brocantes were my favourite hang out spots, picked up many books, had to leave some back because I couldn't carry them all.

What a sunshine filled place... the others would wait in the car while I searched and picked out books. This is where I found the Girls from Ames book.
A cute little church on the way, where mass was just about to begin...
After the phone booth library, we stopped at a cute little bakery 
called Le P'tit Creuz (the little hollow)...
I remember this little fruit tart was the best.
This was a smoked salmon bagel... 
there was an almond croissant, a ham sandwich and coffee (can't seem to find the pictures).
Came home and I made paneer butter masala, my brother made some vegetable pulao and grilled fish. This was our quiet lazy Sunday.
The next day, we went to Carouge again to attend the morning mass. While the parents were inside the church, me and Nam, just roamed around outside. The pretty Carouge fountain...
Ate this nice crepe there...
The carouge fountain... we then went to the thrift store again to look around, and we picked up a big cute mirror for 9 chf.
Then stopped by IKEA for lunch, ate veg balls in a gravy with some vegetables on the side.
These are the famous IKEA meatballs with mashed potatoes, these tasted better than the veg balls.
This dessert was scintillating...
This was just okay... 

After this we went to the Sunflower fields and that was magical, read about it in the next post. 
 

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