France, like many European countries, is a treasure chest of (long) weekend trips, whether you want to explore charming old … More
He was watching a magnificently clear starry sky, in the pitch dark of a hill at the end of 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
Isn’t it funny how we measure our success as travelers in numbers sometimes? How many countries on how many continents, … 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.
From the seed to the flower, from the fruit to the fallen leaves, the roots and the empty branches…
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.
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
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.
The view or the smell of pine tress brings back so many things. The feel of summer alone, then the favourite summers of my childhood on the many islands of our neighboring country.
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.
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.
Because it might be just as inspiring to look back to your used-to-be wish list than it is to always … More
Nothing quite like a cloud reflecting in a lake. Besides a mountain doing the same. Andes, Atacama, Chile. For WPC.
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 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.
I used to be a local and now I’m an outsider – in a strange, still interconnected way. My top vacation place is now what I used to call my home.
So, I started thinking how and why it sincerely is a place worth visiting.
There are certain first cups of coffee you never forget.
We are in France, right? Officially, yes.
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…
One of the best journeys I’ve ever had closing with yet another breathtaking panorama.
The forgotten quarter of French capital? By tourists, maybe. By locals, no.
There is something about Normandy that always captivates me. But there is something particularly spellbinding in Étretat.
I remember how I loved the journey, the act of being on the way to somewhere, as a child. It was the moments of observing the world around me I adored so much.
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?
It seemed to me that this city is the European capital of street music.
I’ve been too stubborn about it, like a blindfolded hurt buffalo thrusting my way through every relation I had, family, friends or love, it didn’t matter. All they had to know and what I wanted to feel was the eternal I don’t need anybody, any-F*-body, ok?
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.
That’s the thing with travel. The best and the most memorable moments catch and refresh you unexpectedly like a shower of rain on a steamingly hot day.
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.
This city is perfect for solo-travellers. Every day there is a new treasure, waiting to be found.
I’ll never forget that weird Saturday afternoon 8 years ago when I arrived to Paris, alone for the first time…
There is a point in solo-travel when you get uncomfortably nervous.
Do you ever wonder how intuition works in mysterious ways? How you can sometimes just know things after the first glance and sometimes the first impression completely misleads you… So, how does it work?
”This is what happens when you travel.” ”No,” he said. ”This is what happens when you open up.”
Atacama, this is for your gifts.
The charm of the Los Lagos Region in the South of Chile, right before the more famous Patagonia starts.
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
After too long, I finally got the chance for a first glimpse of Normandy late this winter, during a weekend … More
Santiago, I liked you. But it is Valparaiso who stole a couple of pieces of my heart, when Atacama already … 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.
What does traveling or moving to a foreign city/country change? Isn’t it just an escape, a temporary illusion that your problems might resolve themselves there, that you might get to be a better and saner person in another place?
Streets of Rouen and Chartres.
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…
I have to ask: Do you imagine London markets without music? Port Vell in Barcelona? Lisbon or Paris metro? Jardin … More
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 ?
For if the sense of myself being alive is not about the travels, adventures and experiencing the world in its fullness, what is then?
The Wisdom of London streets. Brick Lane.
”I think, but I am not.” – The streets of Lisbon against Descartes.