I hadn’t been there for a year and a half. Not that I didn’t want to go back there, see my friends, enjoy the sun, the sea,the old town and the enjoyable smells of everything I was used to, but I wanted to come back proudly with something achieved and it wasn’t quite the case.
I had lived there my whole life, for 29 years before I decided it was time to move and move on, try something new and scary. Now that it was done, my new life didn’t scare me at all but the thought of going back did…
After 8 hours of train, seeing France’s landscapes getting dryier, seeing the sea and feeling a bit emotionnal (yes I did !), the train stopped at Antibes’ trainstation. Standing with my backpack on, on the platform, I felt like it wasn’t real. You’re maybe going to ask me why and I wouldn’t really know what to answer. Maybe it was the fact that everything was standing still, nothing had moved but me.
As I was getting out of that little red building I had seen a thousand times, I got stuck. I saw the boats, my friends, the blue sky,the palmtrees and I felt like I hadn’t moved at all. The year that I had just lived just vanished .
After that blurry moment, I started to walk blindly because I knew every street, pedestrian crossing, tree, building and looked around me, nothing had changed.
From the moment I felt better, my first thought was to go in the old town and have a «pissaladière», a typical and delicious dish from the french riviera made with caramelized onions and anchovies, something I could only find there in the best bakery «Boulangerie Veziano». I ate it sitting on the stairs of an old little house painted in yellow. The first bite comforted me so much, the taste of sweet from the onions, the salt coming from the olives and this dough dripping of olive oil was just perfect. I told myself I had to make it home and asked the old lady I used to live close to, to give me her recipe, she did. And this recipe is the closest I can get to the taste as a vegetarian.