A blog about travels, about going everywhere and nowhere.
A blog about getting lost in forests, about living in this metropolis called Paris.
About the places I love and the places I want to go.
And most of all, a blog about the way I look at the world.
A blog about getting lost in forests, about living in this metropolis called Paris.
About the places I love and the places I want to go.
And most of all, a blog about the way I look at the world.
The forest inside me
I left saturday afternoon.
An sms to my friend: “my ligaments are ok, I’ve a fracture of the tibia. But it’s a good news indeed. I’m coming to the train station.”
We took the train at 17.05 from track J, a beer each, cheese chips and noisy children behind us.
An hour’s walk, through a small village, through woods, talking and drinking and singing bawdy songs.
Just turn right after a tree and look how beautiful nature is.
There is a crater of sand in the woods, a fire with meat already sizzling, a teepee.
We were here almost a year ago. Another time, it seems another life. Everything has changed and nothing has changed.
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