Norway: « My Struggle » by Karl Ove Knausgård
What is Norway’s secret? Its population is just over 5 million. Yet the country and its people seem to shine on all fronts. During our recent trip, I admired the Continue Reading →
Books I love as I travel
What is Norway’s secret? Its population is just over 5 million. Yet the country and its people seem to shine on all fronts. During our recent trip, I admired the Continue Reading →
From the “Contrescarpe”, I only knew this name which resonates well in a refrain of the song “La Langue de chez Nous (The Language from our Home)” by French Singer Continue Reading →
I’ve already spent three full days in Panama, without ever sleeping there. Not that I partied all night. Rather, I enjoyed three long layovers when I flew with the national Continue Reading →
This blog started from the idea of describing, by mixing them, my travel and reading experiences since I take a lot of pleasure in reading books, mostly novels, that take Continue Reading →
My daughter had joined me in Helsinki in the afternoon and we had taken the ferry to spend the evening on the archipelago that houses the Suomenlinna fortress. It was Continue Reading →
I remember well the first time I heard Mario Vargas Llosa speak. It was the literary program “Apostrophes” hosted by Bernard Pivot and I was probably watching it with my Continue Reading →
With this article, I conclude a journey that began in Zambia with Namwali Serpell and continued through Tanzania to Zanzibar, in the footsteps of Dr. Livingstone’s mortal remains, with Petina Continue Reading →
My previous article covered Zambia, including the town of Livingstone not far from Victoria Falls. Today, I invite you to take a trip that will take us from Zambia to Continue Reading →
My first visit to Zambia was to Victoria Falls. A steel bridge over the gorge allows admiring the splendid cataract of the Zambezi, called in local language “Mosi-oa-Tunya”, the smoke Continue Reading →
I had seen the Este Castle and the Duomo. I had walked along Via Mazzini and Via Vignatagliata in the old Jewish quarter of Ferrara. I had just stopped in Continue Reading →