jeudi 15 décembre 2011
They were called Jeanette and Risette. Well, those weren't their true names, but everyone called them that way. They were sisters. One died six years ago, the other one, almost two weeks ago by now. One was my grandmother by blood, the other one, by heart.
Turns out them passing away doesn't make me love them any less. Here's a bit of virtual space to their memories, to the warmth they envelopped us with.
Ps: Title quoted from Edmond Rostand's Cyrano de Bergerac.
lundi 12 décembre 2011
Hello, people. Life's unexpected twists allowed me to be present, last saturday, for a gig from White Note in a parisian bar. An exceptional musical moment in a very nice, welcoming little bar.
(That's not White Note btw, but the band that came before them.)
Food was very good too. Perhaps because life in Holland is sadly deprived of galettes de sarrasin, so each time I can get one, it's a special treat.
Another special thing about the evening was the waitress who was just awesome.
Drawn with waterproof ink and an old writting nib I found, and of course washes of the same ink. I would like to advise anyone against leaving a bottle of waterproof permanent black ink open in a house where there are cats.