Who said Paris was the Goddess of love?

 Like Grandma Jocelyne, Judith knew what she wanted in life, but this dreadful August 15th had given a nasty surprise. The day before, kisses, words, and gestures of tenderness had been exchanged profusely. This breakup had happened as quickly as the others. She had counted them in a notebook. Thirteen. Just as unpleasant as a day in a heatwave without a single drop of saving water. Brutally victim each time, she flooded the couches of the shrinks with tears and made her bank account go through awful states. But that day, she didn't want to consult. No, that wouldn't help. A shrink, even a high graduate one, won't bring my boyfriend back to me, she said to herself, staring with a bit of bitterness at the couples parading down the Casa Bella. A woman in a yellow dress h

She never took a single gram. The bathroom scale was always kind to her. As slender as a model, she had countless 6 size jeans in her closet. In her teens, she joined a competition organized by the local bakery. She had swallowed heaps of candies until she dropped, but the numerous devoured were not enough to win her victory. A young boy whose corpulence showed high gluttony had won without too much trouble. Judith had nicknamed him Charlie. He loved devouring chocolate by handfuls. Ranked at the second position, she had greeted a bit of frustration when she saw the already chubby kid take off proudly with his weight in chocolate.  *** A handsome man looked at her with appetite. The young woman gave him a win. She seemed pretty amused and, before he could approach her, she ran to the sidewalk opposite. She observed her reflection in the mirror of a drugstore. Another client loaded with drugs and, no doubt, bruises

August left after so many rays of sunshine. The light of day hid behind the clouds, which proudly sat over the city. Faithful to her habits, Judith watched them from her bedroom window, hidden behind the red curtains. Unagitated, they drew characters with a smiling soul. Judith felt protected from the prying eyes of the street. She only half opened the window. Stuck in the doorway, she breathed in the fresh air that the wind let out. September, the month of her birth, began timidly. She began to dream, her eyes wide open to the beauty that the landscape offered. Her phone rang and disturbed her peace. Eric! It's Eric! A thin glimmer of hope could be read on her face. But, quickly, a look at this unknown number got the better of her smile. At the other end of the line, a female voice was trumpeting — Hello? —  Judith on the phone, I'm listening. You are...? —  Hello, I'm Penelope

The doors of Casa Bella open to our new roommate. The Casa Bella is 245 square meters of beauty in the heart of Vincennes, a large veranda opening onto a garden with a cabin, a friendly postman who forgets to deliver your bills, four friends who, dissatisfied with their lives, try to create themselves a new one.Are you under 30? Are you positive and know how to keep a house clean? We would be delighted to meet you and give you the keys to our haven of peace. Do you want to be our roommate? Have you always dreamed of it? So have we! Let us hear from you. Send us an email! Only non-smoking candidates will be offered an interview.   Ah, right, I almost forgot! It goes without saying that men do not need to apply. The messages will go directly to spam. See you soon? W