J’avais oublié – Kanelbulle

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[I had forgotten – Cinnamon buns] I had forgotten about the smell of bonfires and forests; coffee made in a cast-iron pot, with as much water as we put ground beans. I had forgotten how blueberries taint your hands; and your lips. And how small they are meant to be. I had forgotten how it […]

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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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riz au lait

Rêveries – Riz au lait à la vanille et plus

[Daydreams – Vanilla riz au lait and more] It’s ten am. The wind is howling through the windowsill. And the rain battering against the glass. Yes, I’ve told you before, it’s my favourite kind of music. But right now, it’s been going on for so long that I’ve forgotten the words to this permanent darkness. […]

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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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Baity kitchen

172 walton street, SW32JL http://www.baitykitchen.com/ I’ve told you about Baity before. Well, mostly about that absolutely adorable guy with the glasses and his Greek iced coffee. But, really, this place is the dimestore diamond of Chelsea. It’s understated, in the best way possible; especially when all you get around are 12£ lattes (remind me to […]

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oct

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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Not just a Sunday afternoon

I could have turned this into a follow-up of a favourite feature: how to become a pastry chef? – the days off. But I guess you somehow get it. As a chef, days off are unusual enough. And when they happen, so does a concentrate of life. Sleep, eat, drink, be merry. Fall in love […]

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bonnes fetes

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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Note #2 – On heart-shaped dreams

“I am just a dreamer, and but you are such just a dream.” — Neil Young That moment when I’m going all tumblr-ish on you. Yes, it’s time for it. PS. And the worst part is: it’s not over. PS bis. You can thank the amazing type-writer. PS (the last one). What’s your all-time favourite […]

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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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She fell in love with… #6

London, September 2012 You should see the skyline today. Nothing like it and yet, I haven’t found anything better than clouds blanketing everything around us. Not unlike closing your eyes to the mountain sun. Not unlike that moment when a plane crosses herds of clouds. Not unlike a sea of cotton around a desert island […]

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