after having bought that important bottle of fresh milk, you scurried off to gare du nord to the eurostar platform to pick up your favorite londoner. and then whisk her home for a lunch à la bonne franquette. a meal completely unprepared, but improvised by whatever is in your fridge.
you’re happy because what is better than having a meal on your balcony is having a meal on your balcony with a friend.
but there is leftover pâte sucrée.
also a handful of cherries.
into the oven at 180C.
then you notice some liquid cream – but unfortunately, no whisk to make it a crème chantilly. regardless, some sugar is stirred in, then it’s poured over the baked cherries.
cherry pits are all that remain.
also a packet of biscuits roses de reims are in the cupboard – that charlotte à la fraise that was planned but never got made – oh well, no point of saving it for that pink cake now, might as well dip them in tea and milk.
both of you are meeting up with friends later in évreux for a music festival.
cathy! guess what i bought for everybody for the festival!? she says with excitement.
you can’t even begin to guess. but there’s no need to, as she is up and rummaging through her bag.
les lunettes du soleil! sunglasses! she exclaims with pure glee.
it’s time to head out for your last night out in paris.
but before that, you force her to be your model with a pair of the sunglasses and quite possibly the most amazing backpack you’ve ever seen.
she tones it down for paris.
then the italian says that line you love to hear so much: on mange chez moi? let’s eat at my place?
ouiiiiiiiiiiiii! is the only correct answer in this case.
then the camera is put away as you all head out to some nearby bars to watch a eurocup match.
but what, do you think, is better than a hidden patch of green in paris?
then it’s concert time.
the camera is put away – yours at least, since music festivals are not the best place for big cameras. but also since you want to dance, not make photos.
however, you do want to show one photo made by a friend: it’s when you all brought in a homemade cake and sat in a circle and ate it after singing happy birthday to your favorite tom-de-terre.
so now let’s fast forward to the end of the weekend once the festival was over.
you check in on the other apartment. your former roommate still hasn’t changed much…
in france, in évreux, on a sunday afternoon, there is only one thing open.
finally, on metro ligne 4, at strasbourg saint-denis, you and the londoner split. she goes direction porte de clignancourt to catch a train at gare du nord, and you go direction porte d'orléans to catch a train at gare montparnasse.
opposite platforms, opposite directions, but this doesn’t mean your paths won’t cross again.