I am away from London for a month. Yes and whole entire month.
And as I was landing at the smallest airport I have ever seen (so small I couldn’t help but take pictures of the very vintage aérogare straight from the plane tiny window*), I knew I would miss that city which has not-so slowly grown on me**.
But well, a few drinks at le café and a ride to the boulangerie – for fresh yeast – later, I’m starting to realise I’ve been missing the French life too.
Such a good thing I’m just one hour away. Or maybe, I should move to Guernsey or Cornwall; for the best of both worlds!
The not-so official September happy-list
1. Riding my bike. Through the beach and the marais.
2. Oh and riding it to the boulangerie too. Fresh yeast for less than a euro, that’s something to love about France.
3. The prospect of five film rolls to be exposed.
4. Putting together some sweet step-by-step…
5. Having enough pâte sucrée in the fridge for at least three tarts.
6. The treasure hunt that picking the very last raspberries of the season implies.
7. Eating those very same raspberries, before they make it to the basket.
8. Coming back to London for four days. Just enough time to get the aforementioned rolls of film developed***.
9. Knowing that it will be dark and golden all around when I do come back. Ooooh yes, Autumn!
10. And that my iced coffee will be switched for a piping-hot one.
What will you miss in September? Or perhaps, what makes you look forward to those colder days?
* In French, we have the cutest word for those small round windows – whether they belong to a plane or a boat – hublot, said uhh-blow.
** As a matter of fact, the first time I visited London – possibly early 2001 – I fell in love right away.
*** I might like raspberry-hunting, but spending hours for a decent photo lab is not the way I like to spend my time these days.