It’s too pretty to be thrown away just like that, but I probably won’t ever have a use for it. What do I do with it then?
My madeleine
Each time I smell freshly ground coffee, I am always taken back to the same place: the coffee merchant Place Richelme, in my hometown of Aix-en-Provence.
Whenever I went there the woman behind the counter always gave me a Pierrot Gourmand lollypop and would always mention how cute I was. Plus the nearby copy of Florence’s Fountain of the Piglet always cracked me up as a child (I would always want to touch ‘the beast’).
Freshly ground coffee, Place Richelme, Pierrot Gourmand, Florence, this sounds like an episode of Connections!
(The photo is from here).
Charles Bremner and philosophy
I remember like it was yesterday my philosophy bac exam. I was strangely calm and distributing tissues to my friends who were crying before going in. We were sitting it in a different high school from ours which gave it all a slightly alien feeling.
I was sitting at the far end of the classroom, to the left. We were sorted by alphabetical order, and we had 2 desks to ourselves. My friend Carole was sitting to my right across a small aisle and during the 4 following hours made some random faces at me that of course threw me into fits of giggles.
We were allowed snacks and water, and I had a yummy almond meal bar at one point.
4 hours of work on a topic, and would you believe I don’t even remember what it was…. I got an 11 out of 20, not great…. I wonder if I would even get a 10 if I sat the philosophy bac again today?
Bubbles
Today I tidied up, vacuumed, made silverbeet quiches, and blew bubbles with my adorable friend.
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