memories

Third summer in Chassy

Back to Paris for work. The temperature rises to 42 °. Overwhelmed by the heat, I dream with noisy waves and blue sea.

Water the garden right away. The freshness of the wet soil reminds me of my childhood, the smell of waking up at dawn and hearing the noise of the hose on the gravel. The sea smells like a watermelon. We collected figs when returning from the beach.

Arrive early in Chassy to dive into the frozen river and place the headache-head underwater to recover.