It’s probably quite an easy job to be a tour guide in my town, even if you get lost, your … More
When three years pass in the same place, same room, with harshly the same people, we can easily imagine things … 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.
A few of the best spots where those special, magical moments that make a journey worth it happened. Sunset : … More
Maybe, I should add this to the best reading spots list…
This city is so smooth. It may not overwhelm you, but you will still appreciate its lightness of being. It … 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.
Give me a Sunday walk by the lively river, a bus drive* through two of my favourite Parisian quarters, a … More
Le petit Paris. That’s how they call it, I was said.
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.
Markets, city markets, where everything that can be offered gathers: food, music, people with their voices, products, bargains, styles, street … More
From a tourist to a full-time Parisian? Peut-être. Never lost the wonder, though.
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…
…there is a side where, because of feeling unlimitedly everything in us as it is here and now, we allow the place to touch us in ways it otherwise couldn’t and reveal layers of its own being we’d otherwise ignore.
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.
When you’re focused on that one or a few things you absolutely have to see, then you forget about the fun and the view you might enjoy on the way there.
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.
I’ll never forget that weird Saturday afternoon 8 years ago when I arrived to Paris, alone for the first time…
Today is my favourite day of the whole year, especially because I get to experience it in Paris for the second time in a row. The day of the music.
There is a point in solo-travel when you get uncomfortably nervous.
It’s far more honest – it doesn’t hide its ugly truth from you by a series of misleading disguises. Here, … More
Sometimes you have a conversation with a certain conclusion and then the conclusion appears on the wall next to you, … More
Street art in Barrio Bellavista, Santiago de Chile, the best part of the city for walking, chilling, having a lunch … More
Maybe it’s usual and something everyone goes through to have a personal crisis about 6 months after you leave home and start a life someplace new…
A city which is in people’s minds too often caught in the stereotypes. What if one doesn’t rent/ride a bicycle, … More
Street art in Brussels.
One of the loveliest surprises, this city. Its hip, energetic and eternally young spirit with its easy-going atmosphere soon destroys … More
My favourite mini part of a big, dreamy and absolutely stunning mural made by various artists.
by Vhils. Just one of the beautiful faces he created from the empty walls of Paris.
It’s about the little things you find in life… or in a city. Parc de Belleville, Paris.
For me, it is the diversity, the variety, the richness and the serenity in it. No other city has so far fascinated me as much with the infinity of quarters, avenues and parks that I keep discovering, all so very lovely and so individualistic-ly Parisian.
The hidden jewel in touristy Paris. And my new favourite street.
The different faces of the beautiful South and South-West France.
…is a puzzle. Definitely.
Oh the charms of the country with the loveliest streets…
Impressive street art. Seen in Marseille, Quartier du Panier.
Life is beautiful and you are like it.
The Wisdom of Paris streets.
”…I’m psychotic.” Spotted in Marseille, Quartier du Panier.
Make love, not war? Make peace, not money. — Anti-war & Anti-Nato & Anti-capitalism graffiti. Alfama, Lisboa.
”Don’t be such a grown-up.”
One of my favourite graffiti in Ljubljana.
Beautiful and a bit ironic view from Park Güell, full of tourists. — ”We know your capitalist paradise.”
”Make love. Make art. ” ☮ Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris. Ça marche / pas ?
The Wisdom of London streets. Brick Lane.