One night of magic rush

I had forgotten how purposeless words can hold a special meaning. Just like driving endlessly on the smallest roads, with no possibility whatsoever to get lost since we have no destination. And it feels like a moment outside of time. Where the only music is the sound of our hearts and the dreams we had. Dreams made of sun and freshly-picked cherries. Dreams of walking ...

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Le Mirazur

When the view from our table looked like sun sparkles, green leaves and just enough coral to guess the town of Menton, we really didn’t think that things were about to get better. And yet, we knew. Because of all the beautiful words we’d read about Mauro Colagreco. Because – and it sometimes doesn’t mean much – he was awarded with a Michelin star. Because ...

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Les pieds dans l’eau

A hard week ahead. For gold of the world, I wouldn’t change A thing. You’re my diamond. And yes, it is totally alright to make cheesy words feel ok by writing a haiku. The treasure of my life is going to have a tough day and week. But I’m rather confident she will work her magic and turn the world upside-down. Just like she did ...

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On water and flour – Cong you bing or green onion pancakes

There is something about flour bond with water. Something that possibly goes back to those afternoons spent sat on the kitchen counter, watching my grand-mother making pâte brisée [shortcrust pastry], which I would – of course – nibble on. Of the unbaked kind. So the prospect of mixing flour and water to a dough, then sprinkled with a generous handful of chopped spring onions – ...

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Bonjour juin

[Hello June] More than ever, this year, june feels like a new start. A kiss goodbye under the rain. Metaphorically and literally. Also the first time I won’t be able to wish my grand-father his birthday. May has been lovely. And way too fast. I still have to tell you about France. And everything that happened there. From our days at the beach to the ...

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