And 2010 had started so badly ... it was impossible to live blog.
Months of anguish and emptiness; of muffled cries and despairs.
Then the summer sun, finally.
Poland with the school that allowed me to leave Paris, to take the air - and the right to travel again. And the clown show, and the rest ...
What a break that was!
return to the water, always magical and invigorating. The sea and its muffled sounds, the sea and the rocks wildly sculptured, the sea was there. Facing me.
Crystalline and pure. Inspiring.
There were few Aix days of happiness in the house where laughter and wine flowing like water. The house of Christine and Herve where there is no age where generations intersect constantly.
The marriage of Anne-Sophie.
Two words, a universe.
The emotion was there so strong. So strong. She swallowed our words, it could be read on our faces, we made it beautiful with joy. Anne-Soph
shone. It was beautiful.
And the unexpected, the scoop of the summer, BACK TO BAYS!
it as a cook as I returned 13 days Niolon cut tomatoes, grated carrots, bask in the sun and tease trainees. I discovered a work atmosphere relaxed and happy that my previous companies I had not at all used to it! I discovered that my work be valued and knew that it was possible to combine simultaneously the idyllic and colleagues sympathetic.
But September came ... he had again become an apprentice. Away the woman's dress and put her pants off of bumps. But
plumped block, and set off for another year.
