[only love could make this perfect.] cinque terre, italy.
it is the nuances of the french, that has really made me fall in love.
kisses on both cheeks, either side. full love. women, women, men, men, men, women.
the way they tear their bread, it’s poetry between their fingers and thumbs, momentum and reason building to the taste. a passionate portrayal of life lived for pleasure and love and
how they watched with intent as I tasted the cheese they fed me on the bread they tore with love: “now drink the wine! mix it together!”
i loved it. i did, i did. i went to heaven for a second, each time, with rushes on my skin of pure exaltation!
i found it in the way his head turned when he heard the scratching wheels of a skateboard in the distance.
the way she taught me to roll my r, in the back of my throat, as we walked through the streets late at night.
“arrrrrête! la rrrrue!”
“yes! that’s it!”
it’s the singing sounds of “bonjour!” and “merci beaucoup!” the challenge of the language, and their patience with me.
but, really, it’s all the people that i met, now a superbly important part of my story.
unimaginably in love with france.
and i’ll tell you this a million times more! oh what a love affair we’ll have!
eating cheese and drinking wine after hours in the cellar of a restaurant in nice. with french boys. life, it’s pretty awesome.
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morialta vineyard. old norton summit road, south australia.
longview winery. macclesfield, south australia.