Le Penseur, Musée Rodin, Paris. For Friendly Friday Challenge. (First!) The Snow Melts Somewhere evoked in her prompt post lack … More
Bonifacio, Corsica. What I love about summer and miss dearly in winter is the liveliness of the streets, how half … More
On a day trip to this charming town, in-between cups of coffee, glasses of rosé (just because it was too … More
in three separate days 28.8.18 : The first taste of this town is sweet. Because it’s kind and discreet, warm … More
Sometimes, the town you’re in loses all importance and allure the very first night, and that is a good thing. … More
This October’s weather has been a bitter-sweet candy that I most gladly take advantage of. I know that these spring-like … More
Faro. I’m sharing my love for Algarve drop by drop. I can’t believe it’s been a month since I came … More
Normandy. Nothing like Normandy, to escape Paris for a day. This little town doesn’t disappoint with its charm, perfect for … More
Always refreshing to find those witty or not little wisdoms while taking a walk through Parisian streets. It makes me … More
Bonifacio, Corsica. For Becky B’s June’s Roof Squares.
Corsica, the beloved. Besides the occasional (delicious!) dinner and ice-cream at Porto Vecchio, this was the only Corsican town I … More
Corsica. For Becky B’s June’s Roof Squares.
What struck me on Tenerife was the contrast between the North and the South. Soon after you land at the … More
Before I officially gather together the impressions of my family vacation on Tenerife, here’s a quick one, a specific selection … More
Montpellier. I rarely search for art in the streets. But, I guess that’s because I never have to. The best … More
Montpellier, France. I guess all of those Thursday posts got to me. I had begun to notice doors around me … More
I guess we have a winner. To be honest, I didn’t really feel that excited about going to Montpellier. I … More
Abbey Bookshop, librairie canadienne. This week, I was a lucky girl. All of those woulda, coulda, shoulda wishes I usually … More
Should I hide that my trip to Avignon was somehow not just a casual weekend away? It was the first … More
Paris Plage. Maybe, what I miss most about summer is not just street walks whose existence is barely touched in … More
It’s probably quite an easy job to be a tour guide in my town, even if you get lost, your … More
La Rochelle. I can understand people’s obsession with doors we see in all those blog posts collecting the wonder of … More
Wordless Wednesday for Daily Prompt : Relocate.
At the top of Printemps, Boulevard Haussmann. I’m usually not the one encouraging people to go to department stores and … More
The place I should be obsessed about, even if only for two cute movies and those iconic scenes capturing the … More
One of the secrets to exploring Paris is to not only take the streets, but to also dive into its … More
A part of my summer wanderings in Paris, pretending to be a tourist when I stopped being one 3 years … More
Parc de Belleville.
Back to the old-school glow. For WPC.
Sometimes, it’s good to not have expectations and just go to a place you hear is nice. Not knowing what … More
This atelier-apartment at Musée Montmartre, Paris seems to be frozen in time, everything in it still waiting for the artists … More
Let’s forget the grand cities and go-to destinations. Not just the big avenues and famous monuments, but all those talked-about … More
Québec City. Is there a better thing to do in a city than take one corner after another for a … More
This city is so smooth. It may not overwhelm you, but you will still appreciate its lightness of being. It … More
A few days had passed and I honestly started believing I would never get it, that I’m forever limited to … More
Isn’t it funny how sometimes we get the biggest warnings for the things, cities, sites we enjoy the most in … More
Wordless Wednesday for the Daily Prompt.
The three days in this small Atlantic seaside town, three hours from Paris, was exactly what I needed. The mixture … More
Give me a Sunday walk by the lively river, a bus drive* through two of my favourite Parisian quarters, a … More
Lyon, France. In the density of city streets the air thickens between the walls of too-close-by houses, walls that cannot … More
Slovenian towns are small, even the bigger ones. So, visiting one of the smaller ones cannot take much of your … More
Living in Paris always leaves one with the impression this glorious city is all or at least the best the … More
Bordeaux, France. During a walk through the many charming Bordeaux streets, after a much-needed coffee in a warm local café, … More
Le petit Paris. That’s how they call it, I was said.
Live tall, in all due respect to others and yourself.
At Institut Culturel Bernard Magrez, Bordeaux.
La ville rose. Because different shades of red and pink colour reign here. And they will enchant you. I spent … More
I’m not sure what to write about Lyon. It left me empty and numb, just as its life seemed to be, although I appreciated the climbs and the relaxing banks.
It is here I always feel most at home, exactly where I’m supposed to be.
And what I admire is how the touristy and the local intermingle on the banks.
I saw this girl on her inspirational quest every day on my way out of the hostel and into the streets of Barrio Bellavista, Santiago de Chile, exploring as she seems to…
The city that will always, no matter how I try to escape it, be my home. The one where I’ll notice the little things and the little people who have changed or haven’t.
I keep coming back to Valparaiso in these challenge-inspired posts and now, it is becoming clear why. It is the city where I had most fun, for sure.
We are in France, right? Officially, yes.
Whether a stairway or an alley, I found that in Valparaiso, it is the narrow ones that steal most of its charm.
Charming isn’t the word I would ever use for this city, a hauntingly stretched metropolis if you view it and its ever spreading horizons from Cerro San Cristóbal. But then there is a certain feel of delight in the streets of my favourite quarters…
The forgotten quarter of French capital? By tourists, maybe. By locals, no.
It seemed to me that this city is the European capital of street music.
There is one eternal criteria that a city has to fulfill for me to really love it. I have to find nice little spots to read, not necessarily in calm, but certainly in ease. Paris nails it.