No real story here...In Paris, mourning, terribly.Appointments.Friends, comfort, words, text messages, emails...Thank you all for trying to make me feel better and even trying (and sometimes succeeding) to make me laugh.Thank you for your support.Love, love, love.Nadege

I have the immense pain to tell you that Ismail, the man I fell in love with some months ago, died yesterday at the age of 32.He was a scuba diving instructor and was doing a wreck dive that day. His body was not recovered. I am so incredibly sad right now that I could sleep for 10 years.RIP beautiful Ismail. I miss you.

I am at home today, alone. The packing is nearly over. I have a couple of cartons to finish and close and that's it ! I went through a sell-it-all phase. And from 16 cubic meters, I am now down to 8. Good ! I feel lighter. My backpack is ready for Asia. My suitcase is ready for Morocco. My bag is ready for when I come back to Paris in November. Check. Check. Check. Good. I am nearly there.On Wednesday, movers are coming. On Thursday I fly to Casablanca. And ...