but let’s rewind to about two weeks ago.
when france decides it wants to take your breath away, she will. and she does it effortlessly.
however, she can also be fickle.
you’re trying to get to london. but france is raining. and blowing. her winds are too strong and your ferry to england is delayed by 5 hours.
but it’s okay. you’re in the company of interesting people. discussions happen. recipes are given. jokes are told. time passes.
and once you arrive, any trace that you were even affected by travel delays evaporates instantly. beef stew! homemade dumplings! in the oven and waiting for you made by one of your favorites in the entire british isles.
and in the world as well.
you eat. giggle. laugh. catch up. inflate an air mattress. browse british cookbooks. gossip. then finally, sleep.
it probably is the same thing as oatmeal. but your friend calls it porridge so you can’t do anything but imagine yourself in a fairytale.
it’s been five years since you last visited london. and you reflect on how much you’ve changed as a person. as a tourist. as a photographer. as everything. five years is a long time to be away. and a long time to grow.
you’re happy with the person you’ve become.
a meal without bread for the french is essentially the same as tea without milk for the english.
sometimes photos say a lot. sometimes they say a little.
but to yourself, they remind you of meeting a new friend, queuing an hour for pakistani food, attempting to enter a club for a photobooth, sunday flower markets, endless attempts at going to a certain coffeeshop, trying to figure out locks, learning about english architecture, visting a market, walking down brick lane eight times, thrifting for a perfect vintage dress, teaching english to afghan refugees, navigating closed tube lines….
there isn’t a need to document everything as long as you have a few photos that can evoke those happy memories from your short english weekend.
part two to come another day!