Just a moment

Early signs of this love affair can be found in layers of memories. The engravings on the tiny school tables where i learnt how to write, les liés et les déliés - Building tree grottos, houses and forts from Auvergne in France, to New Jersey and any other childhood holidays in between - carving tiny boats out of bark, cutlings and leaves for miniature regattas - Admiring the curves, texture and life of the family tiny hazle statue, les cheveux fuyants - the smell of tall maritime pine trees on the road to Arcachon...

Now tango has bestowed upon me the love of wooden floors. Sure I used to always have an eye for the warm colors of the 'parquets' in the elegant Haussmann flats in Paris. But tango has sublimed all this: now I get to draw invisible lines on the wood :)

Share your wooden memories!

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