Bugarach’s miracle

I therefore (almost) kept the best for the end…! Planned for Fall equinox, then Spring, the mystical End of the World’s mount kept escaping to my wandering because of bad weather or lack of time. Thus, I chose another extraordinary day – May’s Lunar eclipse – to balance my poles reversing the Earth’s by hiking the PECH DU BUGARACH … More Bugarach’s miracle

The quiet Rennes

Thus, after a seasonal break and despite a quick encounter during lazy snoozing summer days, I finally and better met the middle queen, quieter and loving ; the one who bonds mounts to waters, who meanders from Rennes Le Château to Galamus stoping by Bugarach : RENNES LES BAINS … More The quiet Rennes

Galamus’ secret

And GALAMUS, this alien name strangely sounding Indian; and GALAMUS, this rocky and unbelievable being, cut by the Eagle River, sculpted by ages, hid unspoken secrets when I came, blended in hundreds of swimmers trying to escape heat waves in between those white and immortal rocks. But GALAMUS has so many immemorial stories to tell, I will invent some for you here … More Galamus’ secret

Minerve

By a warm Sunday of July, I wished – led by my favorite Cathar guide tour and his brunette princess – to reconnect to my beloved travelling sensations by exploring the nearby unknown. I decided nothing, I was held by the country Wise Man’s wisdom, so prone to share his land with me. And for … More Minerve

Summer Bacchanals

They called me Mousseigne like you would write a poem.
They called me Mousseigne but I was only bohemia.
They wanted me to believe I was leading the way through blossoming grapes ranges. They wanted me to believe I was the mistress of this tidy vine whose fruit filling up my balloon glass for unforgettable nights was the only thing I had ever known. They wanted me, and after all was it a crime, to dream of other times. … More Summer Bacchanals