Are you this man - unknown, uninvited, unexpected? Were you the perfect stranger in the suit, standing there, in the gallery - maybe smiling?

What could your eyes see? What was in your mind? Were you enjoying the view? What were you thinking about? Were you recalling something? Were you waiting for somebody?

I met a perfect stranger for the first time on Monday, January 16th, 2012, about midnight. They say sometimes, you're not aware of what you're needing until somebody else shows it to you; sometimes, you don't know you were missing something, until you happen to find it in a perfect stranger.

I dedicate this blog to my perfect stranger. Diego, Max, Jurgen - whatever your name is and whoever you might be, all I can say to you now is: «Enchantée. Thank you for meeting me, too. My pleasure.»

mardi, février 14, 2012

I'm coming back

Travelling back to NY on board the RMS Queen Mary...



RMS Queen Mary's Verandah Grill (I have most of my dinners here every single evening)


The first-class sitting room (I spend a lot of time here, chatting with perfect strangers - my favourite passtime)


... and the first-class writing room (where I'm writing a log in my personal journal right now)


The RMS QM's main lounge...


... and the first-class observation lounge and bar (my favourite place on the whole ship!)



Well, this is my own cabin (and I must say it's a very lonely place without him...)


V.F. 
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