Fashionable Paris on the Champs-Élysées
I arrived in Paris in early September, a month when the city seems to breathe more lightly after the intensity of summer. The heat of July and August had softened…
I arrived in Paris in early September, a month when the city seems to breathe more lightly after the intensity of summer. The heat of July and August had softened…
Stepping off the train in Amiens in early August, I was immediately enveloped by the soft hum of summer in northern France. The city felt lively yet unhurried, a delicate…
I still remember the first time I saw Amiens Cathedral. I had just stepped out from Rue de la République, the July air heavy with warmth, when suddenly the enormous…
When I first stepped into Amiens, I thought of its cathedral, the Hortillonnages floating gardens, and the canals that glisten like veins through the city. But very soon, my curiosity…
When I first arrived in Rouen, the capital of Normandy, I felt as though I had stepped directly into a living painting. The cobblestone streets, the half-timbered houses leaning at…
When I first arrived in Rouen, I was already enchanted by its cobblestone streets, Gothic spires, and the hum of everyday French life. Yet, as much as the old town…
I still remember the exact feeling of stepping off the train at Le Havre on a chilly January morning. The air had that unmistakable bite of the sea, a salty…
November in Le Havre carries a unique mood. The Atlantic wind is brisk, carrying hints of salt and the faint smell of rain, while the low, gray sky casts a…
The first time I stepped off the train at Gare du Mans, the crisp French air was tinged with the faint aroma of roasted chestnuts being sold by a vendor…
I have always believed that walking is the purest form of travel. No ticket stubs, no timetables, no rush — just the steady rhythm of footsteps meeting cobblestone, and the…