I leave my beloved cidery towards Victoria – royal city named after the famous queen, now BC’s capital and maybe promise for my future. On the way already ridden two weeks ago to visit the strait, the fog gets warmer and reveal the horizon. I can see Mount Baker in noon sun.After a first stop … More A Royal City
Here comes my last day at the cidery and we celebrate at Lady Smith Christmas parade. I have felt I wanted to party for a while, impatient to make my legs dance, to make my lips shine; thus, I am getting ready like I was partying all night long in Paris. The following hours are … More Another goodbye
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
To my parents. To Nathalie. To Jean. To Christian. Life is like a garden… It starts with fresh grass, untouched and green. Actually, it even starts before that! It starts in the depth, it starts in darkness. It starts when your roots intertwine, when mum meets dad, when grandma meets grandpa. When all those strings … More Life is like a garden
To Sara, Lola, Mathilde and Gaspard. Yesterday, as I was watching Kieran, my current 25 years-old workaway host, starting his big once in a lifetime project, I thought about my own 25 years-old once in a lifetime project. And with almost maternal instincts (I know it is weird especially since I am only five years … More Wild Grass
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 