Ah, Honfleur… the end of the Seine, and the salt stores; a town like a poem, still caressing “les trois moulières”.
In the cradle of “Les Fleurs du Mal”, forever turns the merry-go-round; and in Honfleur, I grasped eternity on a single cruise.
Victor Hugo, Monet and I keep on saying that the harbour and the fresh mornings transcend our hearts and our regrets. The town is sweet, the air is salty, St Catherine’s church presents all its beauty; at the top of the narrow and particular dwellings, I have a paint brush in my hand, and my mind wanders.
My trip is coming to an end, I will go home soon. But one thing is sure, I’m bringing back in my suitcase the calm, the delight, the art galleries and the reflections, this beautiful scented candle, and my memories.