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About Cassandre...

If you walk into my tiny apartment, the first thing you'll notice -just like everyone else seems to do so- is the fridge. It's a very small one but you can't miss it... It's full of bright postcards from around the world. The ones friends who're travelling or are on tour send to let me know I'm missing out on a lot of fun and beautiful places, the ones my mother stills sends me whenever she's on a business trip and even a few I mailed myself when I was a little girl.

Postcards are my personal favourites. Some like chocolate, some like diamonds (I won't argue that though), others prefer instant text messages. I'm about postcards with stamps and handwriting.

I have no other purpose to participate in this postcrossing project than to give a little and get a little.
It doesn't matter how the card you send looks like and what it represents or if you wrote a simple note or went with a foreign proverb on the back, it's just about reaching from my little corner of the world to yours. And all the way back.
A sentence or saying in your own language with its translation is very welcome. I cannot wait to find out more about the world and you.

Hopefully I'll "hear" from you soon. My fridge door would like to join me in order to thank you in advance for the cards full of surprises!
Bons baisers de France...