Thanks to my grand mother her home, every drawer hid wonders: books steeped in history, a violin, sparkling necklaces, and dolls that seemed to carry the memories of the past.
These moments shared with her nurtured in me a deep love for old objects and the richness of past generations. I hope these few lines convey some of the magic I feel when I recall these precious memories.
Every Wednesday, when the weather was nice, we would go to visit my grandparents' friends, traveling in my grandfather's old and imposing black sedan. These trips gave us the opportunity to discover places as diverse as they were majestic, ranging from an impressive castle to a tiny rustic house, each place having its own unique charm.
These moments were just as wonderful as those spent at my great-aunt's, a wedding dress designer, and my great-uncle's, a tailor who owned his own costume shop, always wearing his large pin bracelet. These memories, filled with simplicity and beauty, will remain forever etched in my heart.
With all my affection
Lydie