Les Poissonchats

Do you tell stories? Not to your children, I mean, but stories, to your friends. The story of your last holiday, or the story of a chance encounter on the train, or the story of you growing wings.  In the old days, these long and dark winter months were the months of storytelling. There isn’t… Read more

You don’t necessarily eat it just around Christmas, in fact, it’s a staple all around winter, Eating Fondue with Friends. It’s too simple and stinky to be modern and in a hygienist world everybody’s fork in the same pot seems quite the desecration, in short, so nostalgic! There’s a lot of rules around losing one’s… Read more

I certainly do. Whenever I see a falling star. At fairy fountains (you need to throw in something shiny in exchange, so always keep a couple of polished coins in your pocket). When I pass beneath a rainbow. Some of these things happen to appear unexpectedly, therefore it’s best to have a range of ready… Read more

There’s something very nostalgic about going for a walk. Before everybody dashed off to fancy weekends and exotic past time adventures, people simply used to go for a walk. Going for a walk has no purpose other than going for a walk, no aim really and you could just as well sit on the sofa… Read more

I often think how delicious the small things tasted before this our world got so saturated with everything ready at all times. Small things baked in a kitchen at home. The smell of warm milk and yeast and dough rising in a corner of the wood fired stove. How delicious the brioches straight from the… Read more

It’s the sight through a window on a wintry garden on a wintry afternoon, just about when night falls, for night falls early in winter. It’s a longing, like the song of memories heard from a distant room, faintly, raising and falling. So very nostalgic.  I love to place candles in the windows at the… Read more