Vous c’est l’eau c’est l’eau qui vous sépare…
I’m back from Belle-île-en-Mer. The problem is, I’m so tired and so much happened that I don’t know where to begin. It was both wonderful and grueling, 13 hour days, conversations around the table at night, bad jokes, fast friends. I’m slightly melancholy, to tell the truth, to be back in Paris after breathing the wonderful ocean air for two weeks. I don’t know what to do with myself… even the FIAC didn’t tempt me to go out. Perhaps, and this happens even to the best of party panthers, perhaps I’m savouring the delicious sadness of solitude. Or perhaps it’s just burnout.
