Thirty four. Normandy sky is grey, grey, grey

I remember a time when all I wanted was going back to living in Caen. It was a dozen of years ago. My wish got granted way too late and I have no interest left in this city whatsoever. I'm wanting to run away yet again (although this seem to be my normal state, but now more than I used to), because I feel like I don't fit here.

However, you can find nice places while walking around.