As off today, I’m out-of-office-ish.
You see, I’ve walked under a sky made of Union Jack buntings. I’ve sipped through golden glasses of mint tea, served just like under that Moroccan tent I slept in years and years ago.
Don't you love aïda ?
One night of magic rush
I had forgotten how purposeless words can hold a special meaning. Just like driving endlessly on the smallest roads, with no possibility whatsoever to get lost since we have no destination.
And it feels like a moment outside of time.
Les pieds dans l’eau
A hard week ahead.
For gold of the world, I wouldn’t change
A thing. You’re my diamond.
And yes, it is totally alright to make cheesy words feel ok by writing a haiku.
A trip in nothingness, through the pentax
I don’t really know where to start about my – our – recent getaway to Cornwall. I have seen landscapes so beautiful my eyes hurt. I have eaten food so delicious my taste-buds remember.
