Wanderlust

CARTE BLANCHE #4 A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. So typical. Of what she feels. What she is. What she wants. That desire of being anywhere else. Breathing another air. Being on another ground. Listening to another speaking. Watching another planet. Wanderlust. The desire to be elsewhere. The desire to be in love. Two strong … More Wanderlust

My sacred departures

Travels are a sacred thing, you dream about it, you plan it, in your head and in your body.  You save a chunk of your time, you compare plane’s ticket, then you finally book it. You can’t turn back, you are about to leave. Days, weeks or months pass by, depending on how long you have planned your trip ; it’s then time to pack – 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max – to choose essential items, to sort them, to weigh and gauge : 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max ! … More My sacred departures

Special Quarantine: Great North of America in your living-room

Spring is forgotten, it has chosen rain, grey sun and sad clouds to grace our April sky. Then, let’s keep playing with seasons and fly to lands where nights rise eight months a year, let’s blossom our day in our imaginations. I could choose the season when daylight lasts 24 hours a day, but then I would have to recreate both Mount Denali and Lake Kathleen’s grandiosity in your living-room to enable you to climb, it would only feed your quarantined frustration. Let’s keep dreaming then… Let’s fly to GREAT NORTH OF AMERICA! … More Special Quarantine: Great North of America in your living-room

Untold

I leave Friday in the rain. After two slow motion weeks, I explore a bit more of my mysterious island. My compass shows me the North and my heart follows, stopping for the night at Courtenay. The little town is dressed up like Christmas, streets are celebrating and I linger in the Cornerstone Taphouse’s dim … More Untold

Evanescent Memories

There is nothing like hazy sun rise or pinkish moon sets on Cowichan Bay. Nothing like to feel on the right place on Earth and explore for three days. I thus drive towards the Strait of Juan de Fucca, the road is magically hazy on Saanich inlet, on the other side hills. The American continent … More Evanescent Memories