Apprently there is a Japanese word ‘aware’ (ah-wah-reh) which means fleeting moments of fading beauty. According to Frankie it refers to that sad, bittersweet feeling when something is so good that you don’t want it to finish. As my train pulled out of Gare du Nord this afternoon to bring me back to my Dutch life I thought how apt this word is for certain moments.
I sat and ate my pain au chocolat as the French countryside slipped past the window and thought back on my long weekend in Paris with two of my best friends. These are the moments we will remember when we are grey and old – scouring through vintage shops piled high with French goodness, eating our way through Montmartre, wandering the flea markets, picnicking at the Eiffel Tower, bickering like the old friends we are and catching up on a years worth of our lives.
Aren’t they babes?