I’ve had a post-lunch café time (and beer and fresh orange juice) with my parents today. Haven’t seen them for a while. (They even haven’t heard yet My Fabulous Adventures in Cannes Film Festival™, wich were between the 18th and the 22th of may).
It was… sweet. We remembered a lot of things from my (great) childhood. Holidays, astronomy, violin, family, my first best friend ever when I was 2, the different pets, my brother…

And I told them I love them and each of them. In a natural and joyful way. They reacted very cutely. My parents are people of modesty, with a huge sense of propriety. So they looked down to the menu card, slightly embarassed but immensely happy. They could’nt help but genuinely smile.

I made for the three of us a great memory here.