Lille, I’d like to apologize.
For too long I’ve snobbed you. What I can say? Your Northern-ess was leaving me sceptical and one hour away from Paris was probably sounding too easy. I know that was unfair, yet here you are, with your already British flair, your almost Belgian charm, trying so hard under that low, rainy sky. You know your weather is a deal breaker, but let’s at least be friends, I’ll look the other way when the rain will fall and in exchange you’ll offer your Art Nouveau marvels.
