I can’t believe this is already the sixth part! 🙂 So, my summer ended with the weekend at Rock en … More
Sometimes, it’s good to not have expectations and just go to a place you hear is nice. Not knowing what … More
Reflections after my journey through Québec, june 2017, part II That thing about travel, changing countries and distancing yourself from … More
It was the perfect day. Doing a spontaneous train trip with my best friend to Normandy, exploring the cheese markets … More
At least internationally, of course. Maybe I’m just talking from Slovenian youth’s perspective where francofolie is still a thing only … More
France, like many European countries, is a treasure chest of (long) weekend trips, whether you want to explore charming old … More
Her ; Juliette Armanet ; Melanie Pain
I was recently asked to write an article about the atmosphere in France during the elections and it struck me … More
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
No need for introductions anymore.
Fishbach ; Cyril Mokaiesh ; Faire…
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.
From the seed to the flower, from the fruit to the fallen leaves, the roots and the empty branches…
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.
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.
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’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.
It’s time again to share a bit of Parisian melodies. My favourite time. Grand Blanc : I just spent my … More
We are in France, right? Officially, yes.
There is something about Normandy that always captivates me. But there is something particularly spellbinding in Étretat.
I said the list would grow, right? Well, here’s the second part of my eternal quest.
Vernon is where you step off the train from Paris if you go to Giverny, visiting Monet’s garden. Since it is on your way, why not take its streets for a quick walk and find houses, carrying history on their walls.
One of the best things you can do in Paris when summer hits the streets, it’s to escape it. Direction: Monet’s garden.
Here’s to the melodies that made and still are making my stay here bearable in its many anxieties and phenomenal in its just as many joys.
After too long, I finally got the chance for a first glimpse of Normandy late this winter, during a weekend … More
Streets of Rouen and Chartres.
The different faces of the beautiful South and South-West France.