Familiar grounds
Dec14

Familiar grounds

Sitting at Cafe Gerbeau in Budapest. A short stop while i am trying to let my intuition guide me through the streets of this city i am into, with a small travel guide as my only ally. I feel small and alone, but so far, i had only 20 minutes of homesickness, as planned. I am now learning to cope and accept this known but so often avoided feeling. I am also learning to be aware of the people placed on my path by the universe, and...

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Bonheur
Dec11

Bonheur

Door window from our Budapest flat. Six petites choses sans importance qui me rendent heureuse… en ce jeudi matin, de retour à Montréal, dans la neige jusqu’aux genoux : . la première tasse de café de la journée, un rituel. . la beauté d’une nature givrée. . la compagnie de mes 2 chats. . le temps des fêtes qui prend lentement place et colore mes rues. . la découverte d’auteures allumées qui m’inspirent...

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Hello from Budapest
Dec02

Hello from Budapest

After spending some days in Salzburg, eating pastries and visiting a traditional hut-stop high in the mountains from which sliding down was like an adrenaline kick, i headed to Budapest where i have spent my first day walking around traditionnal coffee houses and enjoying myself. The city remembers me of Paris, exept that there is no Marais. It remembers me of Berlin, except that there is nowhere a sign of the city inhabitant’s...

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