12 Days of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
A partridge in a pear tree.

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The week that was 50/2025 🇬🇧🇫🇷

Life’s messy, unpredictable, and endlessly entertaining—and that’s exactly what my blog dives into. From chaotic weeks full of wine, wandering markets, and kitchen disasters to quiet victories and absurd little triumphs, I share the stories that make life funny, frustrating, and completely worth it. Click in, grab a glass of something, and let’s see what this week has thrown our way.

La vie est imprévisible, chaotique… et souvent hilarante. Sur mon blog, je partage des semaines où le vin coule à flots, où les marchés et les cuisines se transforment en aventures, mais aussi ces petites victoires silencieuses qui font sourire. Cliquez, prenez un verre, et venez découvrir ce que cette semaine nous réserve.

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Giulietta 🇫🇷🇬🇧


Une photo, une Giulietta, et tout revient d’un coup : l’essence super, l’huile de ricin, Paris à deux dessus (interdit, bien sûr), et cette délicieuse impression d’être immortel. Un souvenir qui démarre au quart de tour, entre nostalgie joyeuse, vitesse très relative et liberté aujourd’hui introuvable… sauf peut-être au coin de la rue, en allant faire ses courses. 🏍️

A photo, a Giulietta, and suddenly it all comes rushing back: premium fuel, castor oil, riding two-up through Paris (strictly forbidden, of course), and that delicious feeling of being immortal. A memory that fires up instantly, somewhere between joyful nostalgia, very relative speed, and a freedom now impossible to find—except perhaps just around the corner, on the way to the shops. 🏍️

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Knowing it all 🇬🇧

Think you know Genesis? Think again. Armed with Deezer, a dangerous amount of free time, and a healthy dose of musical humility, I dive headfirst into the entire Genesis discography—from prog-rock epics and costumed theatrics to stadium-filling pop hits—to discover that even bands we think we’ve mastered still have plenty of surprises left. Click in: enlightenment awaits (and Supper isn’t quite ready yet). 🎶

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Dick Whittington 🇬🇧

Last night we travelled 20 km, crossed a linguistic border, laughed our way through an English pantomime in the middle of French vineyards… and discovered what might be the only truly undrinkable wine in the region. A full house, forgotten lines, expat theatrics, genuine charm, and one tragic glass at the bar — click in for Dick Whittington, amateur brilliance, and the evening’s real drama. 🍷🎭

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Memories from the lay-by at Lakenheath 🇬🇧🇫🇷


Cold mornings, the smell of sizzling bacon, a steaming cup of tea, and fighter jets roaring overhead—welcome to my little sanctuary at the Lakenheath lay-by. A quirky roadside stop in the UK that became the heart of my northbound trips, where mundane drives turned into unforgettable memories. Click through to relive the sights, sounds, and surprises of the road less ordinary.

Les matins froids, l’odeur du bacon qui grésille, une tasse de thé fumante et des avions de chasse rugissant au-dessus de la tête : bienvenue dans mon petit sanctuaire sur l’aire de Lakenheath. Un arrêt routier un peu à part au Royaume-Uni, devenu le cœur de mes voyages vers le nord, où des trajets banals se transformaient en souvenirs inoubliables. Cliquez pour revivre les images, les sons et les surprises de la route la moins ordinaire.

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Carcassonne mérite mieux 🇫🇷

Playdoyer pour un vrai réseau cyclable

🚴‍♀️ Carcassonne sans pistes cyclables, c’est un frein à la liberté. Après 25 ans à Hanovre, je témoigne : notre ville peut et doit offrir un réseau sûr et ambitieux. Découvrez mon appel aux élus et à CarcaVélo…

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Whispers of Yesterday

Nearly a month ago, I boldly declared that I was finally taking my book project seriously. And to be fair, I’ve almost kept my promise of writing one page a day — except for the last three days, when Christmas festivities, mulled wine, and repeated “essential” visits to the Christmas market conspired against my productivity. My home office has therefore seen more dust than inspiration lately. Still, progress is progress: I now have a title, and even a simple cover design to prove I’m not just talking about it. With a bit of luck (and fewer festive distractions), I should find both time and creativity in the week ahead.

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Crise Dominicale 🇫🇷🇬🇧


What happens when a quiet Sunday turns into a rescue mission involving a leaky vinegar barrel, a heroic ladle, a pot of jam, and a venerated vinegar “mother”? Dive into my latest domestic saga — proof that even a tiny drop can trigger a full-blown kitchen adventure…

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The week that was 49/2025 🇬🇧🇫🇷


December kicked off with a bruised rib, nightly pilgrimages to the Christmas market, enough mulled wine to forget the pain, and one unforgettable cassoulet eaten under the bittersweet news that my favourite restaurant is soon closing. If you enjoy laughter-through-the-winces, delicious detours, and slices of real life in Occitanie, dive in — this week’s tale is worth the click.

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