Taming Time DAY 1 I have felt at war for a few days now. Probably because I have never actually had to live through a war. Probably because this exceptional moment in France, in the entire world, is the closest to the war I might ever picture. Yet, despite what everybody wants us to believe, … More Frozen Wanderer: Week 1
In this new spring where March showers are making April fool, it sounded appropriate to match the weather and to start our apartment journey with a four-seasons-in-one-day destination. Committed to my soul mate hidden in Donegal’s wet bogs, I offer IRELAND as our first Neverland! … More Special Quarantine: Ireland in your living-room
I used to feel the same when I came home, as clueless as Blanche. I especially remember my departure for my first summer in the US: as I was locking my apartment’s door, cheerful and impatient of my destination, I already foresaw this happy action would be my grave when I would come back. But not today, because today I won’t go through the same doorway that watched me going. And today, I know why I am coming home. I am not totally sure to know why I left but I know why I come back. I am fearless. … More Midwater limbos
Today I am going. Today, I am flying home even if my home doesn’t have a roof nor walls anymore, even if the whole Planet is my home now. I may still write I am going home because I go back to my roots. … More Last Day(s): Bye Bye Birdie
I get to NYC full of assumptions and bad feelings. This big apple is very not appealing for me. Stopping by last Saturday didn’t give me a good taste and I struggled so much to find a decent place to crush at – apparently, only couchsurfing hosts available in NYC are horny male who expects … More New York New York
When I knocked at Marc & Stephanie’s tiny city house door up to three or four little steps, I was welcome by Lola’s angry barks, by Marc’s shaggy face and by Stephanie’s invisible voice. As for me, I entered with my giant backpack which always makes me feel like an intruder. You can call it … More Make it happen!
I reach Philadelphia that, in some ways, feels more like a town than a city, compared to other big American places. The bus trip offers me a long and deserved nap, a lay over in New-York that doesn’t make me want to come back and a beautiful sunset in New Jersey. I thus arrive Saturday … More It's always sunny in Philadelphia
I board on the train and I instantly fall asleep as I go further East. My night is going along Great Lakes reflected in the dark and the dawn. Thus, I awake in Lake Erie’s blue, it is incredibly quick but awfully beautiful in the morning light. Lake Ontario is further, unreachable; then I start … More Freedom, I write your name…
I arise like a multi-shells turtle from Union Station and briefly glance at Chicago skyscrapers hanging above the river, curved on Lake Michigan shores. The sky is grey, but it isn’t cold… Or have I become cold proof? Despite February coming, the river lazily runs without a freeze, sidewalks don’t remember any snow. I meet … More Freezing wind throughout skyscrapers
Here is starting my steamy adventure towards East. I go back to basics: backpack and free spirit. No strings attached. Only my sheep and I. Resurrected. Happy. New. I choose endless American rail roads, like a beautiful epic dream… Even if I am going reversed, riding trains is a way to win the West, is … More The girl on the train
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 