Category: Memories

Love like a sunset

There was an endless road to the north. Always. We drove over ponds and lakes; at times, even the sea. There were trees everywhere we looked. And really I had never seen so many. Ever. Before. We stopped for gas, perhaps an excuse for coffee. Many times. A latte. Perhaps a kanelbulle. And more often […]

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Bonjour février

[Hello February] I’ve been catching up on blogs lately. A thing I hadn’t done in a while, and a thing I’ve missed doing. I’ve found some new treasures that will forever remain in my rss feeds. And I’ve read through old favourites, not unlike love letters from my early teen. Aside from that, well, it’s […]

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Shooting-star wishes

Perhaps, it is because I haven’t been writing much, but I had too many pictures to show you, so instead of the usual twelve pictures for the twelve months that have gone by, I’m here with thirty-six. And some little stories. Fingers crossed for an amazing 2014! xx Things I’ve learnt: – how to fly […]

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Joyeux Noël

I was going to tell you how excited I was to have my parents and sister over for Christmas this year. We’d made plans to have lunch at Brasserie Chavot, and stroll in the park, hoping for snow to happen. And take as many pictures as I can fit rolls of film in my bag, […]

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Bonjour avril

[Hello April] The not-so-official April day-dream list. I want café frappés, the best euphemism of a kind that involves milkshakes for breakfast. I want to wear a sequin top and leopard ballerines from dawn till the next. I want a Bloody Mary in my hands and his lips on mine. And I want to see […]

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Bonjour mars

[Hello March] Right now, there is a snowstorm happening behind my window. Not unlike London turned into a snow-dome. I used to love them. And really, not much has changed since. But if there is one thing I know for sure, it’s that by the end of the month, trees will be coated in a […]

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Goodbye, hello

I didn’t take enough pictures. At least not with my favourite camera. In fact, I think I had forgotten how to see the beauty in the unexpected. Some things can’t be forgotten, they say. I rode my bike through a rainbow of sunsets. Most often than not, with a baguette and a bottle of wine […]

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Western sous la neige

[Western under the snow] There was the noise our feet made on the ground. There was the darkness. And yet, our world felt like millions of shooting stars were falling around us. On us too. There was a make-believe hanami. Who said trees don’t blossom in winter? But mostly, there was us.

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And all the trimmings

I’ve been trapped into a world made of stainless-steel and ovens going off. A happy – and at times, not so – merry-go-round of services, and gin and tonics. Of course there was an occasional bloody mary too. And really, I hadn’t realised how long I’d gone for. Not unlike when Sookie spends a day […]

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Le premier jour du reste de ta vie

[The first day of the rest of your life] Today, I tied my hair into a ponytail. And slipped my bare feet into furry boots. Up there I could barely see. I guess London has been called the smoke for a reason. But down here – yes – down here it was windy, you know […]

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