By a summer Sunday, as France was going through the traditional waltz between juilletistes (July vacationers) and aoutiens (August vacationers), I was facing my key word of the season: LET GO OF MY COMFORT ZONE. And you can tell I didn’t skimp on the concept for two days with my visionary and altruistic cousin! She … More Pic Saint Loup to the bottom
Indeed, some were born from Jove’s thigh*, and some drew Charlemagne’s arses in stone! Odds are not always in your favor in life… As for me, being born by an autumn wind and drawing my way step by step, day by day, is a fate bringing me enough joy without me needing Jove’s thigh nor … More Charlemagne’s arse
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
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
I need to clean my beloved car from all our adventures together in order to get us both ready for farewells. Then, I reached the city I had to bypass this morning. I end my road trips here, transformed and shiny. Sparkling with joy. Ready to give new ways to my adventures. After having flirted … More All roads lead to Denver
As I am leaving the Grand Canyon, I challenge the night in a blind and known scenery. Indian cabins are invisible on the road, absent dream catchers stalls flying in summer wind, American road trip folklore. And my early sleep dances with my fatigue, hung and blown with the stars. My next morning is therefore … More Blended Colors
The morning in Monticello (UT) draws a thin orange layer above the horizon and through my window’s frost. I run away from the desert’s wind following both the sun and the moon’s path, soon discovering the Mesa named white because it looks so clear compared to surrounding scarlet, soon discovering new red land-forms. Round and … More Top of the World
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 