So, it’s done. I left Paris. After four and a half years of hell and wonderfulness combined (hint to the … More
Is it a consolation to feel there are so many places in this world where you could easily live, even … More
Saint Malo. Looking through photos of my recent trip (first and definitely not last!) to Bretagne, I realized those of … More
For Friendly Friday Challenge, hosted by Snow. ”… and Paris is always right where you left it.” (E. Jong, Fear … More
Flâner. Maybe one of the most important words I’ve ever learned in French. It must have made a lightbulb effect … More
I need to share some music, before a whole year goes by without it on my blog! So, I’m taking … More
Corsica. For Friendly Friday Challenge, hosted by Something to Ponder About. There was a truck driving by the exit door … More
ramblings on whatever really During a job interview some time last year, discussing my hobbies and interests, the lady across … More
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
This October’s weather has been a bitter-sweet candy that I most gladly take advantage of. I know that these spring-like … 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
… and French as a language that still feels like it makes the simplest thing sound enchanting, literally. And this … More
Corsica. For Becky B’s June’s Roof Squares.
Maybe, the reason why I needed so much time to sit down and write a post about Corsica, besides basic … More
Palombaggia, Corsica. It was quite ridiculous how little I read during the week on Corsica, not even 150 pages (flights, … More
Bonifacio, Corsica. For WPC: Place in the World. Several years ago, the choice for this post would have been so … More
Montpellier. I rarely search for art in the streets. But, I guess that’s because I never have to. The best … More
Once in a while, I can make an exception. Because none of these artists is really new to me. They … 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
When three years pass in the same place, same room, with harshly the same people, we can easily imagine things … More
La Rochelle. I can understand people’s obsession with doors we see in all those blog posts collecting the wonder of … More
Maybe, I should entitle it ”music discovered in France”, since they are not all from the capital, but hey Paris … More
The place I should be obsessed about, even if only for two cute movies and those iconic scenes capturing the … More
Parc de Belleville.
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.