Thursday, 22 August 2013

Yearning, en Français

This past week, with H rushing to meet a deadline, and my days as a lady of leisure numbered (I start my new job in less than two weeks), I decided to make myself scarce and took a quick trip to France to meet up with an old university roommate of mine.

On the short ferry ride over, innocently minding my own business and dreaming of all the soft cheese and red wine me and my barren womb were about to consume with gusto, I had a chance encounter with a member of the opposite sex that set my heart aflutter. (These types of encounters, I must confess, have become all the more frequent since I have become a married woman.)

With his unmistakable French swagger and a stylish scarf tossed with careless élan, my admirer had that certain je ne sais quoi; I couldn't help but have a wandering eye. You wouldn't blame me if you had seen him: he had long, dark lashes that framed his gorgeous, flirtatious eyes, caramel brown skin that looked oh-so-soft, and I could tell just by looking at him that he must have smelled incredible, intoxicating even. And, as has happened before in such encounters, he awakened in me a deep-seat, primal yearning.

We glanced at each other coyly for the better part of half an hour, playing a shy game of 'who-will-look-away-first', flirting casually, slowly edging closer to one another as our shyness and inhibitions waned.

And when his Maman came to lead him off the boat at disembarkation, after our intimate little game of peek-a-boo, tiny, caramel brown Alain, my adorable new friend, sweetly waved a chubby-handed au revoir and was gone. He melted my heart a little, and renewed my will to continue with all...this...

...le sigh... 


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Other than this brief, bittersweet delight, the rest of the best of those three days...

Canalside strolling



Macarons. Just...yum.


Cathedral by day


Cathedral by night; funky light show


More canals, more strolling


Questionable cocoa advertising


Crêpes and crême de marrons and salted caramel glacé, oh my!



Kir à la pêche


Just like in a Monet


I always light a candle for S, and for all lost babies






11 comments:

  1. Wow, love the photos. Love travel...


    Such a sweet story of the little boy too. I always do the same thing.

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  2. your pictures are totally gorgeous! glad you had a good time!!

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  3. You totally tricked me with that story, what a twist ending! Love it.

    I went to Paris in 2000 and am clearly LONG overdue to go back. Those macarons made me visibly drool. Glad you had a beautiful time, what a great way to relax before the new gig starts.

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  4. hahahaha I loved it. Great story!

    And wait, what? You went to France...just like that? So jealous. What a wonderful getaway. Love the pics :)

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  5. What a perfect get-away before your big change. And huge congratulations to the new job, that's really great. Good things are coming.

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  6. You are gifted with incredible story-telling skills! Loved this post <3

    xx

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  7. Sounds like a dream. Glad a good time was had- a real achievement in my book.x

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  8. Looks like a wonderful trip. Glad you had a good time!

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  9. Looks like the perfect getaway - and those macarons look too good to be true. Glad you're back :)

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  10. Sigh. I wish that I lived somewhere where I could getaway to France! The candle lighting was lovely.

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  11. Thank you ladies! It was a lovely little getaway and yes: I am very lucky to live someplace where a short, spontaneous jaunt to France is in the cards.

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