tis no herbal tea
you might catch your death from it
socrates had to
And when I say Socrates, I mean neither the football player nor, if I'm not mistaken, Markus Hediger's dog!
Another walk along the Daoulas on a bright summer's day, taking shelter under the dense foliage of the trees. On the footbridge, the same light reflections. Today I focused on what grows on the banks.