Posted on January 15th, 2014
As the new year arrived, we started dreaming of summer again, the most delightful season of the year. We long for the blue of the sea and remember what the sun felt like on our skins during those long afternoons at the beach. Just us, books, baguette and tepid lemonade. Even more vividly I recall driving home, salt on my skin, the warm evening winds blowing through the window of his car, back to our summer home. Can we go back?