Travelling in My City

.My artist self. When I stray, Life brings me back. When I become too much in my head, Life brings me back to my body. A car scratch. All people are our teachers. She is. Outside the café window directly in front of me, she sat down and took her laptop out of a bright […]

the Simple Words of a Wise Woman

Two Sundays ago we went up a mountain called Melchsee Frutt for the second time this year. It was spectacularly sunny, jacket-off walking weather, and it even made me kind of want to learn to ski. I got so mountain high up there and the feeling permeated the following week. We wondered why we didn’t […]

The Art of Travel : how to enjoy it despite ourselves and including the boring bits

The Departure This summer I am not running away. I have wished to run away many times in my life though. Running away was the perfect solution to evading trouble and embarrassment as a kid. Not only could I show that I meant business, but I’d also get some sympathy and dodge the consequences of […]

romancing the soul in saint tropez

There is more juice to be got out of my day in Saint Tropez. Feeling out of the flow is confusing. I can’t make decisions. I have so much to say but I don’t know where to start. Things feel difficult. I numb out. I waste time in front of the mirror. I try to […]

the Interesting and the Beautiful

Ah now I remember the other side of France – the side where I had low self-esteem. Saint Tropez …. The place of starlets and movie stars. The playground of the rich and famous, where Brigitte Bardot sunbathed topless in the 1960s. Songs have been written about it. Fake tans have been named after it. […]

a view from the train

It’s been forever since I sat for eight hours just listening to music and staring out the window. Maybe never. It was a surprise, I hadn’t planned it. That was a surprise too. I like to plan stuff. I like to have all my stuff with me just in case. The week before I left […]

cold hands warm heart

I have just come to an understanding about culture and it feels like my head has been cracked open and the light of wisdom is streaming in. It may be plainly obvious but I have to share it with you anyway. Yesterday after writing the blog post about cats and intuition, I headed out to […]

The First Time

The First time I went to France I was eighteen and with my parents. We got dropped off by a tour bus and had three days staying on the outskirts of Paris. I remember it was Bastille Day and a man had brought a ladder to climb up and see the parade. We drank red […]