September 30, 2016

“The best place in the world is righ here” by Francesc Miralles

Life is not always sweet and sometimes seems like an absurd tragedy. We are told that time is healing but is it really time ? Or rather our ability to switch our point of view so the unbearable becomes bearable ?

Iris loses her appetite for life when her parents die in a car accident until, she pushes the door of a mysterious coffee shop « The Best Place in the World is Here »…

The owner is special and so the place. The tables have magic powers. There is an attractive italian involved. A pocket watch that does not give the right time. A touching story about a parrot who says « I love you ». You will learn the Art of Haiku. A promise. And a happy ending.

This little book is a philosophical and poetic tale to be read with a cup of hot chocolate when the sky of your life is grey.

Hot Chocolate at Ladurée

The loss of a loved one made me face my own mortality and reassess what I value in life. Tomorrow is not granted. Before my last sunset I want to :
  • Inspire and make a difference
  • Chase my wild dreams
  • Travel
  • Be in love and,
  • Live fully...

« Enjoy the little things, 
for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things » - Robert Brault

September 21, 2016

It was written...

Paris, 19th of February 2011

Since the beginning, it was written...
I had to go to Kongolo,
And you flew me there.
You were flying low for me,
But I fell asleep and missed it all...

I offered you clementines in Kalemie.
I heard a polite "No",
While you were saying "Yes".

I left Congo without seeing you again,
But it was written...
I had to see you again.

In the shopping mall of Kampala,
We met each other again,
We said Hello.
I passed my way, you passed your way.

But, having no more patience,
God or destiny,
Tied up our paths
Because it was written...

So there we are again,
Face to face in Kampala,
In this shopping mall again.

Later we had to be apart again:
You in Israel and I in La Reunion,
You in Chad and I in Paris,

But God or destiny,
Had tied up our paths,
And we could not be separated again,
Because it was written...

... Because it is written,
We will meet again,
Sometime, somehow,
Somewhere in the eternity.

September 05, 2016

A blue summer in the Mediterranean

The summer is over. Today is a rainy day. And, tomorrow I am back to school.
This year the summer was blue. Intensive blue vacations. From the sky to the sea. From my mask and snorkel to my flippers. Everything was blue, blue, and blue… outrageously blue.

Northern Coast, Cyprus

After living in Cyprus for five years, it was good to return and reconnect with well-known faces. Not so many changes since my last visit in February: the sea and the sky remain blue, new restaurants at the old marina are now open; we are still driving on the wrong side of the road. I am a visitor and no longer a resident. Is that making my perception of the island different?

I came back to familiar places and witnessed how life unfolds.

Alagadi Beach, Cyprus

Alagadi Beach. A young boy runs into Erkon’s little shop and hands him a white polka-dot black shoebox to be delivered to the daughter of the Turtle Paradise’s owner. He is dating her. The restaurant is next to Erkon’s shop and sometimes he hears their phone conversations.
At this age, they are just in love and don’t know how to behave towards each other. Love is like an electric shock. And it takes a lifetime to know what to do with it.
Erkon brings her the shoebox. Is the shoebox contain a gift?
The young boy is already gone. Erkon comes back. They just broke up and the shoebox contains her belongings. A broken heart at the Turtle Paradise.
It was last summer. I wonder where they are at a year later. So much had happen since last summer.

I came back to places I thought I knew. I drove so many times on that road along the northern coast of the north of Cyprus. But this summer I got introduced to a new one further down. Off-map and untraveled. We don’t see, when we don’t look.

Northern Coast, Cyprus

This old coast road feels like a trip in the past. No traffic, countless potholes. Time has stopped. A few locals climb down to a hidden beach with turquoise blue water. A flock takes over the asphalt before the shepherd re-establishes orderliness, sort of.

Northern Coast, Cyprus

Then, there are those places I have been willing to go but never been. Done, now.

Latchi, Cyprus

And so the places I discovered only by wandering around and getting lost. So many of them.

Somewhere around Pano Akourdaleia

Around Pano Akourdaleia


And you think you know Cyprus? No way!

When you find your groove it is already time to fly back home. On the way, I stopped over in Greece. Thessaloniki looks retro. Lot of shoe stores, many pastry shops. Your eyes see what you look for, isn’t it?

Pastry shop in Thessaloniki, Greece

Caramelized Belgian milk chocolate - Mango

For a good reason I drove all the way down to Lefkada island. A five-hours drive through mountains for the promise of a dip into a turquoise-blue sea. No disappointment.

Lefkada, Greece

Grilled sardines and very garlicky tzatziki on the top of that.

This time I really need to get home. Or maybe not. After a few sunny days in Paris, the weatherman forecast clouds and rain. I remembered I have not seen yet the temporary Picasso exhibition in Marseille so I packed my bag again. Picasso is a genius.

Marseille's Calanques

Here I am on the road again touring the south of France and visiting old friends. What a bliss to explore Marseille’s Calanques. Hiking shoes, small backpack, swimsuit, flippers. And, the further you walk, the biggest is the reward: an isolated rocky inlet with only a few people. Chrystal-clear and blue sea…

Marseille's calanques

The deep blue is calming when,
The heart is still crying…