Crossplanet

Last week was a long holiday week-end, I managed a cheap train ticket and headed south, to Argelès, by the Mediterranean sea near the spanish border, where my parents have a holiday house. Four days of riding bycicle, walking, swimming and snoozing on the beach (even though it wasn't that hot).

Back in Paris on Monday morning, back to the subway, back to the grey sky... I realized that I miss the sea so much, it's the first time that I live in a city so far away from the ocean. I realized I miss the sun, I miss a real spring and a real summer, I miss the south...

I won't grow old in Paris...

Sometimes it's hard to define the mood of the day. This morning I was tired, and angry, and depressed. Then I went to the yoga class, and felt better. Then after lunch I was nervous, because I was waiting for a delivery and had an appointment. Then I went to a massage workshop and came out completely happy and relaxed. Is there anything to understand?

It doesn't really look like, but thanks God, this is spring.

I don't have words anymore, I haven't written for weeks, I'd like tears to come but they don't.

Slumdog millionnaire... such a good movie. Made be happy, happy to get back to Victoria station, Mumbai, to the Taj mahal, to the qtmosphere of India. As usual the music from A.R. Rahman is really good, recently oscarized. It feels good to see this kind of low-budget movie be praised by the public and the film industry. Ok, it's not an indian movie, but it's got a real taste of India.