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… Continue reading Familiar grounds
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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… Continue reading Bonheur
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… Continue reading Hello from Budapest