Goodbye, hello

I walked along the Thames. On the very firt morning of 2011. And saw a balloon floating along. And a French bakery.
I drank lattes. Waiting for them to cool down, with the wind and cold.
I turned the lights off to a kitchen I still miss every now and then.
I walked him home.
We drove to Cornwall. And saw the most beautiful lighthouse. Both wearing our hats against the mist and the fog. I think I left my heart there. Or at least a piece of me.
I crossed London by night. Possibly crying.
I walked through a forest made of white blossoms and mud at my feet.
I started working in another restaurant. And whether I realise or not, it shaped me.
We spent the most perfect day ever. Summer in April. It was almost wordless, but words don’t always matter. I left my pink ballet shoes in the grass and he left his flip-flops. And there we had tickle fights.
I went home. Or at least, that’s what they call it. We had a lunch made of sun sparkling on the sea. A pistachio sponge was served with smoked chocolate and green tea ice cream.
I swam with jellyfish.
I swam even when they were not in the sea.
We ate at Northroad. It was a roller-coaster. But mostly inspiring.
I wrote on stones.
I kissed him goodbye. In the rain. It doesn’t get anymore cliché than this.
I woke up to the most beautiful view of the London skyline line. It felt like walking on a cloud. Right above.
I introduced myself, with a possibly already stained apron and a hat ever too small or large. Why do I always have hat issues?
I woke up to a sunny and quiet Knightsbridge during the riots.
I flew to the smallest airport.
I cooked with my grand-mother. I listened to her stories. I rode my bike through a land I know by heart.
We ate at a restaurant in China Town. He burned my sequined top with his cigarette. And then we sang, mostly off key. He walked me home. We laughed all the way. I said good night over a garbage bin. It can’t get any less cliché than this.
I swam in the sea. Again. I slept a lot too.
I looked up. And wondered what Peterkin custard was.
We kissed. And went for a night-time exploration of London. I took a cab. Then came back.
I wore my leopard leggings. And cat’s eyes. He wore a wool hat. And we stood by a red door. Until the lamp poles went off. He kissed me goodbye in the cab.
I got ill. And lived in a world of hallucinations and dreams and nightmares. I didn’t hear or see when 2011 turned into 2012. But I know for sure it’s going to be fine.

Happy new year! x

16 thoughts on “Goodbye, hello

  • T. January 8, 2012 at 10:57 am

    Bonne année !

  • Margherita@lechatdesucre.com January 8, 2012 at 3:29 pm

    Buon anno, Fanny!

  • Jessica January 8, 2012 at 4:45 pm

    Girl, you’ve got a way with words. Happy New Year! x

  • Marco January 8, 2012 at 5:33 pm

    D’après le titre de ton article, je croyais que tu étais pour annoncer que tu abandonnais ton blog. Je suis très soulagé que ce n’est pas le cas! Bonne année à toi Fanny, je te souhaite tout ce que tu veux! Beaucoup d’amour, de beau temps, de farine et de chocolat :P

  • Y January 8, 2012 at 10:10 pm

    Happy New Year! What a great post to kick off 2012 :)

  • Steve January 8, 2012 at 10:46 pm

    Happy new year :) Nice series of photographs here

  • nancy January 9, 2012 at 12:23 am

    oh clap clap! love how you highlighted your year in such a poetic way!!!
    bonne année!!!

  • ilaria January 9, 2012 at 10:12 am

    buon anno fanny! I wish you lots of happiness, health and amazing food!

  • sooishi January 9, 2012 at 1:29 pm

    Quels jolis mots…

    Belle année à toi Fanny!

  • peter January 9, 2012 at 2:39 pm

    what an extraordinarily neat way to recap the past year… hope 2012 is just as extraordinary!

  • Mary's Pastry Lab January 10, 2012 at 2:52 am

    this line… “We had a lunch made of sun sparkling on the sea. A pistachio sponge was served with smoked chocolate and green tea ice cream.” carried me away :)

  • Lucia January 10, 2012 at 6:57 pm

    Te lire est decouvrir les petites choses, se rapeller de petites choses, aimer les petites choses. Bonne année!

  • Row January 15, 2012 at 5:26 am

    Lovely pictures and lovely words. Happy New Year. :)

  • Christina January 15, 2012 at 11:40 pm

    Sounds like you’re in love. What a journey – you took me there in your words. Hope your year only improves!

  • Devina Divecha January 17, 2012 at 1:36 pm

    Wow. Love the way you’ve written this. I’m thinking of my year as well now on these lines.
    Happy new year :)

  • Aïda January 17, 2012 at 6:40 pm

    Je suis amoureuse de tes photos! Et de toi

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