I’ve finally begun my Book of Souvenirs—though “book” might be a generous term for what’s currently a growing pile of unclassified notes. They’re scattered thoughts, half-remembered stories, and moments I don’t want to lose to time.
To keep them safe (and my desk somewhat tidy), I’ve launched a new blog: www.sauvageraie.fr. The name Sauvageraie carries deep nostalgia—it was the house where I grew up, just outside Paris. Every time I see the word, I’m back among creaking staircases, sunlit summers, and the scent of the garden after rain. It’s also where those unforgettable teenage kisses simply happened.
It feels like the perfect place to gather my memories as I slowly turn them into a book worth reading.
