H(October issue), I found myself floating in memories of my partner, Rami. My first stop was Ian Moore’s ‘Wearing rosé-tinted spectacles’. I found myself laughing at his experiences of enjoying many glasses of rosé and remembering Rami’s love of rosé, especially on visits to Provence. However, I also had another reason for memories flooding back – the term ‘rose-tinted spectacles’. For a number of years, Rami literally wore rose-tinted glasses ( see photo) and loved it when people commented on his choice. He would always answer that he liked to see ‘ la vie en rose’.
My other trip down memory lane was sparked by the article on Elizabeth Bard. I have read both her books and look forward to the opportunity to try a Scaramouche ice cream the next time I’m in Montmartre.
When I read her first book, she had me laughing and crying in equal measure. I met Rami in the UK about the same year that Elizabeth met Gwendal. I related to some of the joys, problems and misunderstandings that occur from two cultures and languages coming together. Through Rami I learned about Paris: the wonderful places to visit, where to sit with a coffee to watch the ‘street movies’, the best markets to buy the freshest food for lunch, or where to go to have the best views across the city.