The good old days have a smell of lavender in a wardrobe, the smell of cakes in the oven and the taste of my grandmother's jam.
It was me and my rabbit, I always had animals, cats, rabbits, a duck.
This is me and my mother on holidays at my aunt Graziella (i love the name ) and her cat Figaro.It was on the coast in Normandy in a house dating from the 19C , it was one of these very romantic place in Trouville.Behind me on the pictures is the Casino.
This is my mother and me at my first communion, I was seven. I was holding some "holy bread ".