Une chandelle pour Mamaia. Mamaia, ma chandelle.

For a great-grandmother who lived 3500 km away, I knew her pretty well. After all, I was 20-years-old when she passed away at the age of 102. We visited her every summer growing up. Nous parlions en français, lentement, avec mesure, and with a sing-songy tune because she knew no other way to speak, and it was utterly […]