I met up with Philippe tonight on his stopover to Vientiane. The last time I saw him was more than a year ago, but it was like time never passed. We were chatting with no end in sight. He introduced me to The Attic (well, David C. did, actually) and it was the perfect place I had been looking for nearly all my adult life. Listening to the music, with lively conversation and good wine, I realised this was the closest thing to bliss I have ever felt. And spending it with Philippe was such a joy.
Good friends are so hard to come by. Another precious moment to cherish. I am learning to recognise them as they arrive, and not as they pass by. May all such moments come fast and plenty, and with the same sharp clarity.

My boyfriend has the organisational skills of a jelly doughnut.