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PS. Just a breakfast…

By On September 23, 2011

It might be safe to say that, in a perfect world, this would be my breakfast. Everyday. That week in Fouras possibly was the closest I could get to perfection. A perfection… Read More

kitchen-9
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Instants, dans la cuisine

By On September 20, 2011

[Moments, in the kitchen] Sat at the table for breakfast. A breakfast that smells of toast and salted butter – the one with crisp fleur de sel – and, of course, coffee.… Read More

coffee break
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Bonjour septembre

By On September 4, 2011

[Hello September] 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… Read More

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The smell of the ocean

By On August 13, 2011

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… Read More

escargot
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Bonjour août

By On August 2, 2011

[Hello August] July felt like a summer storm. Of the quick, unexpected kind. It was beautiful. And much unlike any other July that has crossed my path. The rain, the cold, the… Read More

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Du pain sur la planche

By On July 18, 2011

[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… Read More

squirrel
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Mon écureuil

By On July 13, 2011

[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… Read More

summer wall
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Bonjour juillet

By On July 8, 2011

[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… Read More

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One night of magic rush

By On June 22, 2011

I had forgotten how purposeless words can hold a special meaning. Just like driving endlessly on the smallest roads, with no possibility whatsoever to get lost since we have no destination. And… Read More

pieds dans l'eau
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Les pieds dans l’eau

By On June 16, 2011

A hard week ahead. For gold of the world, I wouldn’t change A thing. You’re my diamond. And yes, it is totally alright to make cheesy words feel ok by writing a… Read More

love like a sunset
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Bonjour juin

By On June 2, 2011

[Hello June] More than ever, this year, june feels like a new start. A kiss goodbye under the rain. Metaphorically and literally. Also the first time I won’t be able to wish… Read More

beach-time
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Les vacances

By On May 21, 2011

[Holidays] It seems I’ve been kept busy by the sound of pebbles rolling under the waves. In my records, it’s an all-good kind of thing. I’ve been reading this (otherwise known as… Read More

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Bonjour mai

By On May 8, 2011

[Hello May] So apparently, May started a week ago. I would love to say that I remember how beautiful the golden hour of the very fist day of the month; but the… Read More

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Bonjour avril

By On April 1, 2011

[Hello April] Last night, I might not have been there when the flap clock on my wall roared and clicked – just like the train-station departures board of my grand-mother’s village –… Read More

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Waves

By On March 19, 2011

Fears paralyse me. And not knowing what to say in reaction to such chaos, I remained silent. Right now, it feels like the world has been hit by a wave. Forcing us… Read More

aida pendeen lighthouse
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A trip in nothingness, through the pentax

By On February 28, 2011

I don’t really know where to start about my – our – recent getaway to Cornwall. I have seen landscapes so beautiful my eyes hurt. I have eaten food so delicious my… Read More

pastry
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The end has no end

By On February 23, 2011

Last night, I said goodbye to a kitchen. As I was cleaning, I realised it would be the very last time. And I just couldn’t bring myself to live the space that… Read More

squirrel
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Somewhere, outside

By On January 28, 2011

A couple of days ago when Stephanie thanked me not to be a food snob, I think she didn’t realise how right she was. The proof lies in the bowl of rice… Read More