Being her shadow

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Take the car. Drive for two hours. Stop always at the same place to have a coffee et manger une tarte à la framboise. See the first hints of snow. Smile. Stop to say hi to people I haven't seen in years. See that nothing has changed while everything has changed. Spend the day without checking phone calls, e mails and instagram because it doesn't work over there et on ne veut surtout pas que ça change. Remember every little single detail of what is around me. Eat in her old kitchen, bake what she used to bake for us when I was a little girl. Have the impression that she is still with me.
My grandmother's village in the Alps. My best Christmas gift.