Bonjour septembre

coffee break

[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 help but take pictures of the very vintage aérogare straight from the plane tiny window*), I knew I would miss that city which […]

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The smell of the ocean


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 fortress by the marais [marsh]. With the sound of the wind through the wheels as the only music, and the smell of the ocean […]

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19 blandford st, W1U 3DH Ben Spalding has puzzle pieces tattooed on his arms. Eating at Roganic did feel like putting all those bits together. One at a time. We sat at the table, with rescued wine bottles as water glasses. A foam – straight from the siphon – turned into a deep-red liquid. […]

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Bonjour août


[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 golden leaves covering the pavement. Almost a perfect autumn month. With long daylight hours. And the occasional picnic. Yes, in some ways, I […]

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11-13 exmouth market, EC1R 4QD My playground love. With his blue eyes and boyish smile. With his barefoot habit in the winter and his cute front teeth. Yes, Caravan is just like this. A slice of home outside a home. A slice of time that’s long gone. And perhaps – for the right-nowness – […]

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Du pain sur la planche

grand mere

[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 University is sort of breaking-up with the Oxford comma – now, we have a problem here; my life depends on serial commas (and […]

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Mon écureuil


[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 in a blanket. With an army of medicines on my bedtable. *It seems like whenever I’m ill I have squirrels** on my mind. […]

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Bonjour juillet

summer wall

[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 the sidewalk by the motorway. Watching cars go by in silence. A few days later, I woke up to the sound of rain […]

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One night of magic rush


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 it feels like a moment outside of time. Where the only music is the sound of our hearts and the dreams we had. […]

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Le Mirazur

mirazur mauro colagreco-12

When the view from our table looked like sun sparkles, green leaves and just enough coral to guess the town of Menton, we really didn’t think that things were about to get better. And yet, we knew. Because of all the beautiful words we’d read about Mauro Colagreco. Because – and it sometimes doesn’t mean […]

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Les pieds dans l’eau

pieds dans l'eau

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 haiku. The treasure of my life is going to have a tough day and week. But I’m rather confident she will work her […]

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Bonjour juin

love like a sunset

[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 my grand-father his birthday. May has been lovely. And way too fast. I still have to tell you about France. And everything that […]

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Bonjour mai

flowers heart

[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 truth is I don’t. What I know, though, is how amazing the days to come are going to be. A flight to France […]

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NOPI kitchens

21 warwick street, W1B 5NE The perfect day needs no more than a person I love as much as he finds me annoying, and enough drinks and food to keep us going – let’s be honest, mostly drinks. It might get even perfect-er with the addition of bright-green grass to lay on, and a […]

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