Triptych of my best friend Wilhelm, Part 3

We lost touch in middle school and found each other back in high school. We spent countless nights drinking the cheapest wine we could find on the beach of La Rochelle, around a campfire or surrounded by people we love.

I especially remember that weekend where we took the train to Saint Savinien with Adelie, Paloma and Marine. A little village in the middle of our Charente-Maritime. Stuck in time, piece of paradise. We picnicked and got high by the river, and walked the sinuous streets and hidden bookstores of the village.