Jars-france Novels & Stories

A colourless glass table was right in the center of the sitting room with a little, one foot golden statue at the top of it. A large picture frame was at the other end with a picture of Aubert sitting on a red arm chair, both his arms on the rest and dressed in a grey suit. He looked a lot younger with just little white strands among his black hair and stubs on his jaw. His look was more masculine with his jaw perfectly sculpted, defined and his lips in a thin line. Almost like he was an older version of Leo.

We took pictures of the Luxor Obelisk and also for the beautiful decoy ornamented with sculptures in gold and green. We crossed the square and reached the gates of the Jardin des Tuilleries. We decided not to enter and follow the busy Rue de Rivoli. It is full of hotels, restaurants, and art gallery. Of course we also find souvenirs to take to our family. We bought shirts from Paris, key chains, fridge magnets, perfumes for a good price, since they say that the perfumes there are the best. And we also bought for us two coats, scarves and a miniature tower. We found on our way a beautiful golden horse statue of Joan of Arc, of which I took many photos.We crossed the street in front of the sta

Upon receiving the instruction, David immediately drove to Jordan's apartment and brought him a bottle of Louis XIII. When David arrived, Thomas had already put all the dishes on the table. When he saw David put down a bottle of Louis XIII, which cost more than twenty thousand dollars, on the table, he reached out to take it and dexterously opened the bottle. "I never expected that I would get to drink Louis XIII in this lifetime!" Jordan froze and instinctively glanced at Thomas. His Louis XIII was specially brought back from France, and the packaging was in French as well. How did Thomas know that the wine was Louis XIII? Did he know French? After pondering over it, he concluded that it wa