Toujours là ? Oui, mais un peu moins souvent pour diverses raisons.
Surement moins de découvertes et de temps pour sortir de la routine. Aussi, moins d'occasion de se réjouir. Londres a été la cible d'événements tragiques. Les lendemains ont été difficiles, l'amie d'une amie à la terrasse de ce café à Borough market, où des terroristes l'attaqueront. Un quartier que nous aimons tant. La fête de la Bastille y est célébrée chaque année.
Le réveil du matin du 24 juin 2016, impossible réalité, ce lendemain du référendum sur la sortie du Royaume (dés)Uni. Et la semaine dernière, un jeune de 17 ans poignardé à la sortie du métro, à l'heure de la sortie de l'école. Pour ceux qui nous ont rendu visite, c'est la station qu'ils ont empruntés pour rejoindre notre maison. Le tas de fleurs et de bougies s'accumulent depuis ces derniers jours.
Il plane un souvenir nostalgique de cette ambiance du jubilé de la Reine et celle des jeux Olympiques de l'été 2012, qui succédaient au mariage princier de Kate et William. Les fêtes populaires de rue avaient lieu partout. La joie était partagée dans toute l'île. Une nation qui est observée par le reste du monde comme étant un peu à part avec ce folklore royal, mais la volonté de certains a certainement cassé la légèreté, ce côté insulaire a perdu son charme.
Et après 500 articles ?
Il ne faudra pas rater le reportage de la cérémonie de l’obtention de la citoyenneté britannique, devant la photo de la reine, comme il se doit !
I've created this blog when we arrived in the Uk, in summer 2010. I still remember this time as a happy part of our family journey.
I wanted to share our experiences of living in London with two children, aged 3 and 5. Since then, 500 articles and pictures later, I now will try to comment on our life as a french family living in London after Brexit.
We are still here - as many people have often asked "when are you going back home ?" Blogposts are less frequent for many reasons. Mostly because we have less opportunities to hang around the city with older children (and less enthusastic about it) and more busy with scheduled activities. There was a time when we knew no one !
We might have become less animated about going out, less curious, I am not sure.
Recent events have made it harder to write about happy times. London and Manchester have been horrific scenes of violence. We cannot go back to some places without thinking about scenes of war happening today in a european city.
One of the area targeted by the terrorists was Borough market, a place we've always enjoyed going with friends visiting. This market place is also where the Bastille day is celebrated every year. We all know a friend of a friend who happened to be at the wrong place.
Also, when we woke up the morning after the referendum, the 24th of June 2016, we were taken aback. We feel a complete waste.
And last week, we heard the terrible news of a 17 year old teenage boy who got stabbed after school. This is where we have been taking the tube for quite a while. Since then, flowers and candles have been gathered on the pavement.
We feel nostalgic of the happy times when the country was busy celebrating the Queen's Jubilee, back in 2012, as well as Kate and William's wedding and the wonderful energy of the Olympic and Paralympic Games that same year.
The Union Jack was out everywhere as well as street parties organised; Great Britain certainly lived a lighter time in its history with a successful economy. Some have decided to leave Europe and since then it has been a difficult transition for everyone. What could be fun and charming in living away from the continent, can be now be a different story.
After 499 articles, I still have something to share, some words as well as pictures. I also cannot yet finish the adventures of my two main characters. Some of you have seen them growing from toddlers to young teenagers. They couldn't even speak english ! I have enjoyed your comments, and how some people I don't know have been sending encouraging words.
Writing this blog is free to read and costs nothing to write. It is a hobby which I have the freedom to commit whenever I want. I have no stress and keep it for times where no one needs me or asks for something. It's a private space which I leave open for people who are happy to hear from us.
Some people here are joking about the fact that I know London better than any english people around, but what I know now is that they are very rare anyway.
What comes next ?
Most of the french people represented on the picture (celebrating the worldcup), will become british. After 5 years living in the UK, it will require an English conversation test, a Life in the Uk test, 2 referees for each of us (even the children) and a £1200 cost for each. And people still do it massively. We feel our children need it more than we do. We would hate if they were treated differently because they are europeans. They will remain europeans as much as we do. We will keep in touch when we have a confirmation of our british citizenship ceremony, and will definitively have a picture taken in front of the Queen's framed portrait.