I met Julie the other day in the news, as I was about to leave the house for a walk. I said hello, and we spontaneously started chatting. She used to live in the same house, back in 1995, had moved here to remain close to her mum. Julie was pleased to hear that I like it here too, the house, the neighborhood... She had recently found some old photographs of the place and felt nostalgic, so she decided to come back again, just to have a look. For a few seconds, the thought of inviting her into the house crossed my mind, but I discarded it, thinking it would probably not be appropriate. Eventually, she thanked me for the conversation, and for listening. We shook hands, I bowed slightly, and we parted ways...

On a décidé d'essayer quelque chose de nouveau sur le chemin de l'école ce matin. Pas de bus, pas de vélo, et ça a donné ça...

#cacaochain

My early morning walk took me to the bakery, where I bought a loaf of bread and strawberry jam. Resisting to he smell of the coffee and pastries wasn't easy but I won that fight, lol... I'm reminded of how, when growing up, it was actually the other way around. The boys were in charge of making sure there is bread on the table for breakfast. That usually meant waking up earlier and going to the bakery or the corner shop. The money (usually 200 Francs for two baguettes) would already be on the table in the living room, or if it was missing, we would have to knock on my parents' door. They would know immediately the purpose of our request and come out, already holding the money in the hand...

"Confront your shadow Self. Do you really know yourself?" 🤔

The poor soul finally left. Bless him! Some are just dealt the wrong card in life... 😢

I have a crazy guy on my porch smoking a pipe singing Allah Akhbar. Just hoping he didn't get crazy and breaks the door. The whole mews is on alert, waiting for police to pick him up 😮‍💨