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Artsy Nantes

If you follow the Loire river from downtown, you will find a bridge that crosses to the "isle of Nantes", a former shipyard turned into a leisure and cultural site.

Another World

Paris, the Champs-Élysées, on a chilly afternoon, about a month ago. We were walking down the broad avenue when we suddenly found ourself drifting to avenue Montaigne.

Rebel France (2/2)

This is the second part of my "graffiti study". Like in the first post, all the pictures were taken in France last month. Let's have a look... you'll find the commentary and translation below.

Rebel France (1/2)

Lately, I became interested in graffiti found on cities walls. Not the illegible signatures but rather the drawings, the short sentences, sometimes political, sometimes poetic, sometimes naive and...

Up In The Sky

Traveling from the East to the West meant following the sun... and not sleeping much because we shared the plane with two minor league soccer teams on their way to Toronto (one day, I'll tell you...

Along The Seine

Wednesday was our last day in Paris... and we decided to take a walk along the Seine. Paris is famous for its many bridges and the shore of the -- pretty dirty -- river are quite nice. We even took...

Drinking In Rennes

After St Malo, Rennes, the official capital of Brittany. Rennes has always competed with Nantes: both city have good universities, both are lively and relatively cheap and both are buzzing cities...

French Food

France is probably most famous for its "viennoiseries" -- sweet pastries. The croissant, of course, and also the pain au chocolat (sweet bread with a thin chocolate bar wrapped in the middle). Oh...

An Elephant In My Castle

Of course, we were both a bit tired after spending almost two days in Montreal airport. That probably explained why my bank card was swallowed at the first ATM I used and why we didn't notice we were...

On The Road To Nowhere

Occasionally, a bunch of dark coats men wait at the next station: tickets collectors. Upon seeing them, weird things would happen: people of all age would run towards the nearest doors, some would...

You And Whose Army ?

I got off the bus and walked towards the barracks. I showed a piece of ID to the orderly who was standing by the huge metal door and he let me in. Behind the doors were about a hundred people, all my...

Diddly-Ho, Neighbor-ino

See, I grew up in France in what North Americans call an heritage building. I mean, you would probably take a picture of it. Six storey, white façade, balconies, big wooden door leading to an inside...

La Desaparecida

I left many places, many people, many times. I packed my bag following the same immutable ritual countless times: my sleeping bag at the bottom with plastic sandals, towel, sweaters and other light...

The Wall

I’m a white female, 5’7, 20-30 years old. Sounds fairly common, doesn’t it ? I mean, really, I don’t have anything special. So why don’t I fit in these bloody boxes ?