Natshukashii – (adj): a warm, sudden feeling of sentimentality in which small things bring back some old, euphoric memories when one remembers the goodness and the fondness of that time. I can’t deal with nostalgia the way we French do ‘the falling leaves … drift by the window …“. It depresses me to realise how times flies, even though I am at this delusional age … Continue reading My Japanese antidote to Nostalgia
I am French therefore I love complaining. It is in my DNA. When I read about the French new combat on the infamous Burkini invading our beautiful beaches, I should have reacted strongly. Yet I still don’t understand the fuss. Why? I am a proud feminist, anti clerical and a born democrat. Still .. Blame it on 20 years away from home. On meeting people from … Continue reading I am French, laic, democrat and feminist. Yet I don’t understand the burkini ban
Would you let your 6 year old kid travel all alone in the largest city of your country? If you had the time, the money and even the car, would you still have the heart to let your most precious belonging spend hours commuting in subways, buses and cross the streets all by herself? Japanese parents do!!! When I told a Japanese friend about … Continue reading Education: 3 inspiring practices to steal from the Japanese
What’s more Mundane than a WC? I am the proud Mum of 2 toddlers, hence fluent in “pipi, poopoo”. The toilet stop with hyperactive kids is dreadful, as toilets are never clean enough, kids need to be carried, the cabin is always too small for 3 ( me and the kids, together no matter what!). At least mine don’t need nappies anymore. Sounds familiar?.. Then … Continue reading A Mundane Monday from the Japanese toilets …
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I am in love with writers. They fascinate me. They re the ultimate hermaphrodites, totally self sufficient in their procreation. No wonder most of them are a bit twisted, there is so much inside of them. I’ll never become one. I am too attached to my little sanity. I admire writers because they talk to my heart, to my deep feelings, to my subconsciente. Each time I start … Continue reading A sweet walk down “Natsukashii” lane
… But chances are I ended up at Fujinoya. I love a good meal; so I don’t cook. Voilà. I meant to write a long and cheerful post about the Grand Opening of Fujinoya, my favorite Japanese fusion restaurant/café and patisserie in Cebu. I wanted to tell you all about the passion of its team, its totally organic products, leave you all open-mouthed in admiration … Continue reading Daily prompt: Shaken and stirred
I am still mourning my beloved DeLonghi, and as lovely as I can be, you don’t want to cross path with me before my coffee. I am not a coffee addict, and I can not drink any café for the sake of getting my adrenaline rush. Quality far far above quantity. One a day is enough, but it has to be per-fect. My family too has … Continue reading Fujinoya…Miiii!!! You saved our week!!!