At the dawn of December, after enjoying the pretty colours of autumn and being excited about Halloween, its wizards and witches, I am now ready to switch from a spooky kind of magic to the beautiful Christmas one, and I am only dreaming of seasonal spices and pumpkin-everything recipes.
We’ll never get that time back again, and for nothing in the world would I want to.
Dédé, c’était l’amoureux de la vie et de la nature et des bonnes choses qu’elle procure. C’était celui qui semblait connaître tout et tout le monde dans la région - le moindre recoin, le moindre passant - et celui qui nous racontait ces histoires que lui seul pouvait connaître. Un vrai moulin à parole et un homme avec le cœur sur la main.
For as long as I can remember, I've always had glasses. At 6, I was already as blind as a bat and proudly wearing tiny pastel rounded eyeglasses. Seventeen years later, I'm still, if not more of a "fille à lunettes" (which is French for "a glasses' girl") as ever before.
The 14th of July is a day I hold dear every year. The French national day has always had a way of bringing everyone together back when I was still living in France, friends and family. Everyone would be looking forward to the very special occasion, the day-off eagerly awaiting the fireworks.