Ah, La Rochelle… the proud architecture of its two towers which, day and night, watch over the passers-by, and finally charm them.
This eternal city lightens the heart; nested between the water and the sky, I’m wandering in the deep blue that the citadel offers.
The Gate of the Big Clock greets me in a dream, and I find myself contemplating all the eternal stones; it is a peaceful place, almost as if in watercolour, and as grey as it is beautiful, the city makes me its most faithful “demoiselle”.
My trip is coming to an end, I should go home soon. But one thing is sure, I’m bringing back in my suitcase the calm, the rainbow, the drifting angelic air, this beautiful scented candle and my memories.