Seulement, certaines personnes se sont plaintes du bilinguisme présent sur mon blog.... Je met donc un titre bien franchouillard pour être sure qu'ELLE(s) comprendra!
Pour ceux plus anglophones,
I just want to talk about....
THE
BEST
WEEKEND
funny, how everything has to be THE best thing ever. No?
But would you be reading this otherwise?
London.
Meeting up with Lizzie the 2nd, in her little thing next to green park. A bit tacky all those guards by her doors, without any humour at all.
Anyway, believe it or not, I didn't go all the way across the Channel just to discuss William's next wedding to be with his grannie.No I went to London, for some very special people, for a flashback a few years back....
Et quand vous pensez à Londres, vous pensez monuments, vous pensez punks, vous pensez reine d'Angleterre, vous pensez London eye... (AAAAAAAH du français, Anso tu peux être heureuuuuuuuse!!! tu peux enfin comprendre mon blooooooog!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Bref vous pensez visuel.
You got it all wrong. You should keep away from visual in London sometimes....
London is all about smell. And sound.
Smell of warm Belgian Waffles when you go up Oxford Street, shopping in TopShop,
Smell Warm French Crepes and Kebabs smell hitting your nose when you go Down Notting Hill looking in fancy little shops.
Smell of your money happily flowing out of your wallett.
Smell of Fish and Chips, mesmerizing Ju while you're desperately trying to get him interested in eating Japanese instead.
Smell of mulled wine around the ice rink in the fair out in Hyde Park.
Smell of Cheese because you just needed to reconnect with your sources just for an hour or so.
Smell of girl's perfumes as you decide to tempt the cold cold street and hit the party.
Smell of drunken Englishmen in the bus making you feel back at home on an Essec Navette.
Smell of sausages and BBQ sauce at 5 in the morning because you're just with boys and that boys are ALWAYS hungry at 5.
Smell of the perfect English breakfast after waiting for 30minutes in the cold.
Smell of the Abercrombie perfume all around you when you finally step in, a smell that will linger in your head for a long time, reminding you of personnal adventure....
But London is also about sound.
The sound of the perfect British accent that makes you wish you were born and bread English.
The popular tacky Sound of Londonian accent, making you want to laugh.
The sound of Alice screaming as squirolls (des rats avec une queue?) approach her
The cries of delight (me) Mockery (Ju , Anna, Alice and Guillaume) as I behave like the perfect tourist
The vintage sound of 80's British music as we party
The sound of music playing in Abercrombie, making me want to dance and setting in a christmas mood
the late rambling of drunken english men trying to score one last time on the bus.
the shouts of the boys as they played "qui veut prendre sa place" at 5 in the morning
the never ending sound of "hello lovely" "what's up my luv" "sure honey" that seem so natural to them, so strange to us
The sound of us asking"C'est encore loiiiiin????"
The sights of Julien as Anna Alice and I become crazy with shopping.
the light snoring of people around us in the eurostar, while I'm wishing the weekend would never, never never stop.
The vintage sound of 80's British music as we party
The sound of music playing in Abercrombie, making me want to dance and setting in a christmas mood
the late rambling of drunken english men trying to score one last time on the bus.
the shouts of the boys as they played "qui veut prendre sa place" at 5 in the morning
the never ending sound of "hello lovely" "what's up my luv" "sure honey" that seem so natural to them, so strange to us
The sound of us asking"C'est encore loiiiiin????"
The sights of Julien as Anna Alice and I become crazy with shopping.
the light snoring of people around us in the eurostar, while I'm wishing the weekend would never, never never stop.
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