In the living room of his small Parisian apartment, Stéphane rummages through a deep shelf filled with vinyl records and old used books. He picks up a battered notebook patched with brown tape hidden between two dusty backpacks. It has been several years since he opened this madeleine. In it, he chronicled each day of one of his first trips away from home. It was in India; he was 20 years old. The feeling is palpable. The impressions of time return, as well as his feelings for this girl he loved and traveled with.
If the Parisian agrees to reopen this page of the past, it is because he remembers a certain moment. After some time in the bustling city of Bombay, he discovered the mysteries of the scents and colors of Udaipur in Rajasthan. Sitting on top of the roof of the city, he was deeply dizzy, as if he was losing his identity. “It’s a magical and unreal atmosphere…
Source: Le Figaro
