Memories of France

I remember how you brought along a dictionary the first time we went to the supermarket.

I remember how we got told off for taking videos in Auchan.

I remember how we made pork and chicken wantan separately.

I remember how you brought crème fraîche and mushrooms to cook when we ate crêpes in my room.

I remember those sushi buffets...how you left the rice uneaten on the plates.

I remember that night we spent gambling with poker chips till 4am.

I remember how you sang along to Michael Wong on Youtube...and the Jay Chou impersonations.

And I remember so many other things...some yet unwritten, some already immortalized in words or images.

(There is something about the written word that makes it more appealing than its typed counterpart. Which is why I am putting an image here...a scribble, yes, but a readable one)