Going for six days to Bordeaux, I wanted to see something more. Thus, I decided to check out Bergerac two hours train ride from Bordeaux and into the countryside. Bergerac is perhaps most known for the famous poet Cyrano de Bergerac, who though very adept in the art of poetry himself has become popular culture through Edmond Rostand's story of him and his big nose. Even more famous after Gerard Depardieu played him in the 1990 movie Cyrano de Bergerac. But Cyrano de Bergerac's actual life didn't really involve the drame of falling in love with his cousin and being embarrased by the size of his nose, though he might have had an affair with her. The town of Bergerac is a middlesized French town with approximately 28000 inhabitants many of which are English. It is ... read more

Some places and experiences simply stand out Sometimes we happen upon secret little corners of the world, which in each their unique way seem full of magic. Lucette's restaurant in the 17th arondissement is such a corner full of magic, and it almost seems a disgrace to tell about it - but then again, this blog itself is a secret little corner of the world full of magic, so the secret will not get far. I have been in Paris for a month and for the past week I have had the company of my stepfather who owns the appartement in which I reside. Both he and my mother are well acquainted with the area and many of its secrets. This evening he showed me one of them: Restaurant chez Lucette. Lucette's restaurant is easily recognisable ... read more

In Paris there are more corner bistros than there are corners. There is something about the run down yet majestic facades of Parisien houses. The grey and beige stone facades with the rows of black iron wrought balcons. So many details, all of which seem curiously forgotten as they look down upon the people in the streets. Stone faces, and vines. Detailed leeves decorating the top of the street doors. Columns and arches everywhere. All of it misty and dirty and somehow left behind. Paris is dirty - and smelly on a hot spring day. And yet, because it is Paris we accept it. It is a part of the charm, a part of why we are drawn to this city. But we also accept it, because it only prooves that Paris is full of life. ... read more

The city of Toronto seems a city of many small areas. I failed in my period here to find what can be categorised as an actual downtown. Instead, I spent my time discovering several individual villages within the central Toronto area, as well as beyond. Amongst these were yet another Chinatown. I seem to have become quite used to the idea of Chinatowns by now, and I must admit that it no longer excited me. I quickly continued onwards to hippie commercial Kensington Market which though pleasant didn't catch my fascination for long. It seems filled with the same India inspired hippie stores as you find anywhere in the Western World. However, it should only be fair to mention that these were mixed with a few second hand and vintage stores and some trendy and not ... read more

So these are the pictures I took down Michigan Avenue. This street is so colourful and with so many little details and paintings that it took me ages to reach downtown from Rosa Parks St. You can read about my days in Detroit on , and check out my way too many pictures from Corktown on . When I finally reached downtown, it looked like this: ... read more