(while the sun was shining, I was admiring local urban planning)
(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t dying)
(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t thinking of an erotic touch)
(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t proud to be Flemish)
(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t being a part of Belgian worries)
(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of all the aspects of the most beautiful country on the planet,again)
(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of all the aspects of the most beautiful country on the planet)
(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of Harry Gruyaert, in Wissant)
(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of a nickname : Lucas Blurbsky)
(while the sun was shining, I was in France)
(while the sun was shining, I was looking at the production of selfies)
(while the sun was shining, I felt a shade of beauty)
(Mr. Rutakintome should believe me…)
(while the sun was shining, I fell into a situation or topic as if viewed from an altitude or distance)
(while the sun shines, meet my neighbour)
(while the sun shines, make hay)
(encapsulating a day)
(that’s life, some kind of pink)
(itinerary)
(Today’s precious meeting)
(Daily)
(Men at work)
(Saint Omer – my best shot)
(In France, again the most beuatiful country on earth, according to Michiel Hendryckx)
(In France, the most beautiful country on earth, according to Michiel Hendryckx)