Tenerife. I could write a sentence or two about how these twisted steps and roads we took at Tenerife, and … 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
Abbey Bookshop, librairie canadienne. This week, I was a lucky girl. All of those woulda, coulda, shoulda wishes I usually … 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
Gaspé, Québec. When we are about to leave a certain place, eyes open up in a different way, thoughts swirl … More
La Rochelle. I can understand people’s obsession with doors we see in all those blog posts collecting the wonder of … More
The moments that make a year. For WPC.
Tadoussac, Québec. They say the sense of tranquility comes from within, but there were places I saw during my travels … More
A part of my summer wanderings in Paris, pretending to be a tourist when I stopped being one 3 years … More
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
This atelier-apartment at Musée Montmartre, Paris seems to be frozen in time, everything in it still waiting for the artists … More
Québec City. Is there a better thing to do in a city than take one corner after another for a … More
Croatian beaches are not all ideal white sand ones. Maybe, that is why my ideal beach isn’t the white sand … More
Plage de Deauville, Normandie. Dipping your feet into the hot grainy sand and then into the refreshing ever flowing ocean, … More
It might be a weird one, my response to the ”satisfaction” prompt. Yet, there was nothing like that delightful child-like … More
Don’t get me wrong. Concerts and festivals are like breathing, or like a drug to me – if I don’t … More
It was the perfect day. Doing a spontaneous train trip with my best friend to Normandy, exploring the cheese markets … 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
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
Playing with perspective in that moment on the top of a hill, looking at the view from the family ”weekend” … More
Sometimes, I feel spring wakes up our soul with its desires and dreams, gets us going joyfully again in that … More
Bordeaux, France. During a walk through the many charming Bordeaux streets, after a much-needed coffee in a warm local café, … More
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.
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…
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.
One of the best journeys I’ve ever had closing with yet another breathtaking panorama.
In every detailed wrinkle the rose wears proudly and beautifully she can see there are lessons and experiences that never die inside of us.
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?