The smell of the ocean

Today, I booked a flight to a place I haven’t been in a year. But even with my eyes closed, I would still be able to ride my bike to the little fortress by the marais [marsh].

With the sound of the wind through the wheels as the only music, and the smell of the ocean écume [froth] as the only perfume.

And I can’t wait to spend time with my grand-mère. Taking care of eachother, sharing secrets and recipes.

In fact, I’ve been looking at pictures from a season I thought I’d rather forget. With a smile on my face.

7 thoughts on “The smell of the ocean

  • Lucia August 14, 2011 at 11:03 am

    The smell of the ocean écume is the best smell ever. And time spent with grandmères is the most preciuos one. Take care of it.

  • joey August 15, 2011 at 6:03 am

    Such lovely photos as usual…really captures the essence of a place. I love too how certain sights and smells and sensory experiences can simply and powerfully bring us back…

  • Aïda August 16, 2011 at 5:11 pm

    Apres tout le PIPO est si bon dans le marais.

  • Tana August 22, 2011 at 1:23 am

    so poetique! have a great time là-bas! :)

  • Frances August 22, 2011 at 1:46 pm

    Does your granny also tell the same stories, again and again? And do you find it incredibly satisfying? Mine likes the one where my grandpa accidentally threw away a precious lemon’s worth of juice during the war…

    Have a lovely day!

  • Marion August 25, 2011 at 2:08 pm

    Ca va te faire du bien, va falloir profiter !

  • Hannah@ Bake Five August 26, 2011 at 6:51 am

    I Love Your Blog. <3

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