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Back to the old-school glow. For WPC.
Chute-Montmorency, Québec City. Some take their time and soak in the view, I, on the contrary, almost ran to the … More
Sometimes, the most usual family Sunday trip, a place you’ve passed by and seen a thousand times from your early … More
Sometimes, it’s good to not have expectations and just go to a place you hear is nice. Not knowing what … 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
A few of the best spots where those special, magical moments that make a journey worth it happened. Sunset : … More
Croatian beaches are not all ideal white sand ones. Maybe, that is why my ideal beach isn’t the white sand … More
This day gave me the whole package, and with that I mean the whole range of possible weather and the … More
Plage de Deauville, Normandie. Dipping your feet into the hot grainy sand and then into the refreshing ever flowing ocean, … More
Gaspésie had had a great allure for me before actual arrival, but the very first morning I woke up in … More
It might be a weird one, my response to the ”satisfaction” prompt. Yet, there was nothing like that delightful child-like … More
It was an hour away from Montreal I finally felt I was in Canada. Canoeing on a small lake with … More
This city is so smooth. It may not overwhelm you, but you will still appreciate its lightness of being. It … More
It was the perfect day. Doing a spontaneous train trip with my best friend to Normandy, exploring the cheese markets … More
There are places, perfectly situated between the water and the hills, the rocks and the forests, where flora and fauna … More
A few days had passed and I honestly started believing I would never get it, that I’m forever limited to … More
La Forêt Magique, Percé, Quebec. A thick fog greeted me in the morning and all through the walk in the … More
Isn’t it funny how sometimes we get the biggest warnings for the things, cities, sites we enjoy the most in … More
Wanderlust sometimes shows in less grand moments than we usually expect, yet it’s exactly there that it perhaps has that … 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
Being a city girl, my everyday notion of nature usually ends with cats climbing roofs, trees along the avenues, luscious … 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
Playing with perspective in that moment on the top of a hill, looking at the view from the family ”weekend” … 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.
There’s nothing saying new horizons better than superb views, especially those including water or the higher bird-like eye. It inevitably … 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’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.
Water is healing. Petrohué River, Los Lagos, Chile.
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…
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.
Nothing quite like a cloud reflecting in a lake. Besides a mountain doing the same. Andes, Atacama, Chile. For WPC.
I don’t think much when it comes to framing my pictures while roaming around. If it’s not the actual walls of the streets’ houses, it has to be the empty branches or the green leaves of trees.
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.
There are certain first cups of coffee you never forget.
Whether a stairway or an alley, I found that in Valparaiso, it is the narrow ones that steal most of its charm.
When a tour guide says ”This isn’t on the list of things to show you, but I find it special enough”, what else is there to say?
The charm of the Los Lagos Region in the South of Chile, right before the more famous Patagonia starts.