The Fountain of Love
My esoteric and telluric quest in Aude probably ended there, after a one year pilgrimage… In this salted lagoon’ mesmerizing green waters. In the FOUNTAIN OF LOVE’s soft pool … More The Fountain of Love
My esoteric and telluric quest in Aude probably ended there, after a one year pilgrimage… In this salted lagoon’ mesmerizing green waters. In the FOUNTAIN OF LOVE’s soft pool … More The Fountain of Love
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
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
Sidobre was born 285 million years ago from a molten magma produced from rocks in fusion down to 20 km depth, under a massive mountain which only remains are Central Massive, Black Mountain and Sidobre … More Chosen Pieces of Sidobre
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
White Dreams. For a couple of days, in a – vain, since I have to go with a mask anyway – attempt to escape the heat, I take shelter in the museums’ marbled coolness. Or should I say Palaces? For they are true princess castles that, besides being living proof of endless Time and Art, … More Roman Holiday – DAY 7
Anita. Her child in her arms, breathless but full of bravery, Anita was galloping like she was flying. She was running for her child’s sake, for her own immortality; she was running for the liberty of people who weren’t hers but that she called her own, weren’t they all citizens of the world fighting for … More Roman Holiday – DAY 3
The Garden of the Vestals. Monday. Lunedi. Lundi. It is the day of the Moon and I am standing, under the sun at its highest, above eternal lands. I wander along Roman Empire’ s ruins and I am only thinking about the burning sun, about drops of sweat in my back. I am only thinking … More Roman Holiday – DAY 1
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
It is quite normal to start my esoteric and telluric Aude rubric with the queen of mysteries, with the hazier of all and share my escape to RENNES LE CHÂTEAU, high mystical place of the area! … More The mysterious Rennes