Last night snowflakes were falling like feathers from the dark sky.
( a shop window at Chatelain)
I love days off during the week: to take my time in the morning, prepare my lunch with love instead of heating some left overs at the office canteen. However, I have many things to do today so I went for a quick lunch recipe: Goat cheese tartine made on a delicious country bread from the bio market, soft goat cheese, sun dried tomatoes, a bit of Parmesan and black pepper on top. On the side a little salad with tomatoes, cucumber, sesame seeds, pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds and some avocado oil. Quick, easy and oh so good!
This week I’ve had the joy to dine and wine with some of my dear friends. Last night at Nina’s was full of harmony, warm light, good food and talks about life, love, art, yoga, passion and clothes making.
To take Paris by surprise on a misty winter morning when the tourists are still munching their croissants at the hotel buffets and the salesmen just opening their stalls by the river is a rare bliss. To sit upstairs Shakespeare and Company surrounded by stories and a humming cat sleeping by my side or walking by the river with a cup of coffee warming my hands as the streets above start to fill with voices that soon grow into the usual hustle. To find a piece of gold and let it go. To listen to the sounds of an accordion echoing from the alleyways. Just to be, there, a part of it.
This is my country. It’s grey, it’s cold, it’s waiting. Waiting for the snow to bury the stripped landscape in a pure white blanket. The fields like a lover’s stubble, trees like needles pointed at the heavy sky. Everything is quiet. And then: Footsteps, cracking branches and a few carefully selected words.