Month: November 2015

Marion

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I was a waitress in Paris for few weeks already, in this sweet little café in the center of the city when my boss introduced me to this cute little lady who was going to be my colleague for the summer. At the end of the day I realized that “cute little lady” was not the term to employ if you want to talk about Marion. It would be more like “tiger”, “strong”, “French class” or “amazing character”. She has been my partner in crimes, my confident and my support. I was her island of peace, her no-judgmental friend. A strong relationship linked us since then and when I moved in England, she was the kind of friend I would call if I was coming back to Paris for a week end, for a coffee or a mint tea at the Parisian Mosque.
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Chinese area and Chatuchak

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You can be anti or pro Facebook but when it helps you finding in Bangkok some mates that you’ve met on the way, you have to cherish this social media. A simple location post by Thierry made us realized that we could see each other one more time before they fly back home. We all wanted to go to Chatuchak, one of the biggest market in Asia. It was also the occasion for me to try to take the metro for the first time, but not on my own.

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Ayutthaya

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A bit confused, I arrived at the train station at 3am. It was already hot. Maybe it just never stopped to be hot in the end…

I sat down on a bench, not really sure about what I was thinking about when I took that cheap ticket to come here. I was a lonely girl with all her belongings with her in a place where she was not supposed to be. I didn’t felt really in danger as there is always policemen and monks around in a train station but… Rule number one, never stay too long around a train station at night, anywhere in the world. Ah nah, that’s rule number two sorry. The first one is: “Don’t come back with a child”.

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Canyon And Waterfall / Interviews

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In the morning, two French guys were having a coffee in the outdoor area of the Lazy hostel. I don’t like talking in the morning. I don’t like to talk to French people just because I’m French. That could have started badly but we actually begin to laugh together and they nicely proposed me to carry me and my backpacks to my hostel in the center. I’ve been waking up in a pretty bad mood but it was the beginning of a brilliant day!

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