It's funny how certain memories from childhood can sustain, vividly.
This summer my husband Andy, my son Jacques and me drove to France for
two weeks. Camping here and there and thankfully, we managed to find tge
old house in Toulouse. Not far from Blanac Airport.
I lived in this house in Toulouse, France in 1982 for almost a year. My dad was assigned to Aerospatiale - now merged as airbus - for over a year. So mum, my little sister and ne joined him.
I lived in this house in Toulouse, France in 1982 for almost a year. My dad was assigned to Aerospatiale - now merged as airbus - for over a year. So mum, my little sister and ne joined him.
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| Here are we now, me and son Jacques. |
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| My 8-year-old self and my little sister in 1982 |
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| The side porch where we spent some summer evenings having dinner with my dad's friends. Mum would drink Martini Rose and chat with her friend Chantelle, while I played with her daughters Isabelle and Natalie. |
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