Hubert! I already did a little post about him when he passed away in January 2018. But I feel…
Hello everyone! I’ve just settled one of the last – very big – files I had to deal with…
In December 1934, two Englishwomen leave London on a 600 cc Panther motorcycle. Their objective: to cross Africa from…
The first memory I have of Edi is not an image, but a sound. Well, two sounds. The roar…
Many people dream of leaving. Some do it. All travelers will tell you that the two most difficult moments…
There is a small collection that I like very much, it is the book “La première gorgée de bière…
I don’t know what strikes me the most when you first see her: her energy, her smile or her…
I’m sitting at a table in a small, low-rent house that serves as a restaurant. The walls are made…
I’m sitting, half-asleep, in fact, on the terrace of a café in Göreme, Cappadocia. It’s one of the few…
An unknown Pakistan. Sitting next to me, the Prince opens his umbrella. Not that it’s raining, quite the contrary.…