Bastille celebrations at Borough Market

Red and white wine as well as Rosé, Prosecco champaigne, croissants, pains au chocolat, pains aux raisins, lemon tarts, canelés de Bordeaux and other typically French products were parading before the greedy eyes of Borough Market’s visitors last Sunday. There, even though in the middle of the noisy and somewhat…
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Everyone needs a place to think.

It was September… I was 16… My parents had divorced, my mother had left us all, and my dad had been diagnosed with cancer. From then onwards, he became a completely different person, as if his days were numbered and he wanted to do all that he had never been…
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Winter Wonderland

In midst of the current turmoil affecting the world, I find that winter possesses a certain kind of magic. While most people desperately try to find the best remedy to fight the winter/January blues, I – on the other end of the spectrum – tend to see it as a beautiful…
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Nuit étoilée

For the first time tonight since I first came to live in London, I heard the birds sing. Sweet baby birds singing in the trees of the small court in front of the council houses next to my flat. How beautifully unexpected! They’ve probably always been singing but I guess, I…
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