France, like many European countries, is a treasure chest of (long) weekend trips, whether you want to explore charming old … More
The cut between the summer holidays and working autumn that has now transformed into a chilling winter seems more brutal than the one during school years when the classes and the tests began.
I’ve always had a special relation to cliffs and edges of any sort – fascination and vertigo entwined, in the most curious of minds. Of parts of my mind at least.
There is something about Normandy that always captivates me. But there is something particularly spellbinding in Étretat.