La rousse au chocolat.

I fucking miss it. I dreamt of it almost every night the last couple of weeks. I do think that when you grow up near the sea, you can't live without it. It calls you wherever you are. I spent all my holidays when I was a kid in Saint Malo, my family has a house there. Sometimes we went every week end, when the weather was good. I learnt to love the rain there, the storm, the wind, the salt in the air. I loved to wake up just after dawn, have a walk on the pier, and go to buy the bread, warm, just taken from the hoven. I used to pass by that narrow alley, that smelt pee, but that I loved though. We used to have dinner, and then, at the sunset, around 10pm, go for a walk, eat real briton pancakes, waffles and icecream on the cobbles, at the end of the sea wall just enjoying the light of the end of the day. I fucking miss it.




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