Et moi, je veux nager … (part one: Marseille)


“Mon chien s’appelle Dylan. Comme Bob Dylan. C’est ma génération“, Cécil’s neighbour explains when crammed into the tiny lift with her dog, me and my backpack. It could have been a scene in Le Fabuleux Déstin d’Amélie Poulain. My boyfriend and I have arrived in Marseille, Europe’s culture capital, where we are visiting my friend Cécil.… Read More Et moi, je veux nager … (part one: Marseille)