Another day, another place…
The pleasure to discover, to find one’s own points of reference.
The wish to go a little deeper than the sudden superficiality.
The naughty feeling to snobbish traditional monuments, to show only their less unusual face.

Even though it’s 40 km. away, I can smell the ocean in the air.

The river Loire carries its heavy burden of history over a greyish stream.

All is fine in the best of possible worlds today.

I’m ready to listen to the voice of this town, if it’s so gentle to speak to me.