Holidays… That sweet laziness we let ourselves slip into for a few days or even weeks. This morning, I woke up by the sea with no plans in mind and no obligations. This morning, I was on holiday.
When I was little, summer was the time of year we all waited for. Two months of vacation where we went away a lot with Grandpa and Grandma, a little with Mom and then Dad. A joyful time when we set sail towards the South, in the middle of the night to avoid traffic jams. Equipped with our big feather pillows and our enormous packets of sweets bought at the bakery for 20 francs. Then 8 hours later, we found ourselves at dawn in the beautiful light of the South. Waiting impatiently for that moment when we passed on the Cassis motorway and rediscovered the Mediterranean on the horizon. For little Parisians, it was just ecstasy and general hysteria in the 4L!
This year for 7 years, I have been enjoying this delicious feeling of freedom with my family again. Not planning anything, not controlling anything. Just the happiness of being together and enjoying these moments with them. I had almost forgotten how good it was…
Sweet banality for some, I address a thought to these little benevolent bees who work in the summer to embellish your wedding or your vacations. The beautiful season will only be more beautiful and it is thanks to them :)
And what do summer holidays mean to you?
Photo credit : Clementine Marchal
Anne
When we were little, we went to my grandparents' house near Nîmes. Saintes Marie de la Mer beach every day... impossible to get us out of the water. On Sundays, my grandfather came with us for the day to the beach in Arles where we helped him fish for télines. The mosquitoes, the Tour de France in front of which he would fall asleep and snore systematically. He would have loved his grandchildren and the adults that we have become. Your little post made me think of him today... <3
Szczepaniak Marine
Holidays… like you, it’s been a little over seven years since I’ve had one. With my husband we’ve only gone away once, a week on the fly in Normandy 2 hours from home, so I can’t wait to have our “real” first ones in October! We don’t know where yet… with the renovations, the budget is a little tight, but I need to take a break and breathe. To remind myself of the meaning of the verbs “to stroll” and “to enjoy”. To think about myself, about us and to let ourselves be carried away by the wind!
Marie the Pirate
Your memories remind me a little of mine . . . Every year, we left in the middle of the night with my brother and my parents heading south for a 1-month holiday in the sun in the heights of Nice. Full of simple memories of smells, noises, beaches, Coming from the North, it seemed like paradise to us and we looked forward to it every year with impatience . . . Thank you for your post which does good and have a good holiday :-)
Enjoy
Happy Holidays!
Baunat
Too bad the holidays will end very soon. I also loved spending more time with my little family. But fortunately there are memories that will remain. Now I have to focus on preparing for the start of the school year
Rémy
Dear Clementine, for us Holidays rhyme with Brittany, Basque Country and sun. I went to visit a wedding in Cassis and Port-Miou 2 days ago… what a wonder that was hidden from me until then… So I can totally visualize this image and this feeling that passes through your head… holidays are being with those we love the most, day and night, free to be together, fully. Kisses.
Greg
Great inspiration for me photographer! nice job