11-13 exmouth market, EC1R 4QD My playground love. With his blue eyes and boyish smile. With his barefoot habit in the winter and his cute front teeth. Yes, Caravan is just like this. A slice of home outside a home. A slice of time that’s long gone. And perhaps – for the right-nowness – […]

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PS. Une brioche avec un peu plus de beurre


[PS. A brioche with a tad more butter] London, sometime in April. I made a brioche. In five minutes; and five days. We woke up early to shape and proof the dough. Well, I did. A couple of hours later, we sat at the table, with our eyes still plein de sommeil [full of sleep]. […]

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Ensemble, c’est tout – Pancakes tous simples

pancakes stack pola

[Together, that’s all – Very simple pancakes] It was a morning like no other. That day, we woke up to clouds around us. Some call it fog, but living in the clouds somehow feels more right. I went down to the kitchen. And started putting pieces back together. One at a time: bottles by the […]

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Du pain sur la planche

grand mere

[Bread on the board]* Other than grazing at the London sky for hours, being stuck in bed for the past six days has also given me the chance to learn that Oxford University is sort of breaking-up with the Oxford comma – now, we have a problem here; my life depends on serial commas (and […]

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China town


gerrard street, W1D 6JN I’ve been living in a world made of pillows, blankets and duvet covers. It could be the most cosy place in the world – and usually feels like it – but right now, I dream of a trip to China town. Have a bubble tea*. With extra tapioca, of course. And […]

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Mon écureuil


[My squirrel] I might have a new friend. Same face. Same place. Just a couple of months later. And yes, just as I did before, I’m writing this from a bed*. Wrapped in a blanket. With an army of medicines on my bedtable. *It seems like whenever I’m ill I have squirrels** on my mind. […]

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Bonjour juillet

summer wall

[Hello July] The first night of July smelled like freshly-cut grass. We could hear planes over our heads and, at that exact moment, it reminded me the evening we spent sat on the sidewalk by the motorway. Watching cars go by in silence. A few days later, I woke up to the sound of rain […]

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