Places
Other places I don't belong to: Great Britain and Ireland, still a little less than the previous (and also because I've never been there). I miss the smell of some London streets, the scent of some misty Yorkshire morning and the spray on some cliff of the Green Island. And the crunchy feeling a Greek wall, calcinated by the sun, can leave under your teeth. Holland tastes of water plants (on summer) and ice with leaves in it (on winter). France is lavender, melted wax and wine. Too much of a stereotype?