Candy FlossLiving in London can be challenging at the beginning, but it certainly doesn’t take you too long before getting used to the new lifestyle. And for some people one of the biggest advantages of being here is the diverse mixture of people, cultural traditions and beliefs which makes the city so vibrant and unique.

My husband and I have always been great explorers, travelling around and meeting new people every day. Through all these years, many people from various places in the world have come and gone in our lives. And although far away, we try to keep in touch with most of them – if not all of them.

Last spring we were very excited indeed when a very dear French friend contacted us saying she was coming to London. What a nice surprise! It had been ages since Amelie came to London! We made so many plans and very anxiously waited until the day she arrived.

One of the things we did with Amelie was the rather pleasant boat ride on the not so known Little Venice canal. It starts near Warwick Avenue tube station, passes behind the London Zoo and goes all the way to Camden Lock. And what made this day even more fun was the fact there was an event happening that weekend and the canal was very colourful with boats from many parts of the country, decorated flags, music and a lot of happy people. And it was at this very nostalgic fair near the canal that we had most fun.

It truly felt like going back in time. The small cafes, the stands and what were being sold. This nice atmosphere combined with the warmth of an early spring sun made this a day to remember. And the highlight of this day for me was this conversation we had over a traditional cup tea with cake.

Amelie’s English was a bit rusty after moving out of London, and she was trying to tell us how she loved candy floss as a kid in the South of France. The trouble is she couldn’t remember ‘candy floss’ in English. So she was trying to describe it to us, saying that in French it’s called ‘barbe à papa’, hoping we would know what she meant. I’m still puzzled, but my husband, being a big joker, says to the poor girl “oh yes, I know what you’re talking about! In English it’s called bum fluff.” And Amelie very relived continue telling us the story of how pink ‘bum fluff’ was her favourite.

I know, very cruel! She was mortified when we explained that bum fluff wasn’t the same as candy floss, but we had a good laugh at the end.