There’s a particular kind of embarrassment that comes with living somewhere beautiful and taking it entirely for granted. I’ve walked past the Semois river more times than I can count without really stopping. I’ve driven through Ny in summer — past all those overflowing flower boxes, geraniums tumbling out of every window — and thought…
City trips often begin with good intentions. The thought of a few days away. A change of scenery. The pleasure of walking streets that aren’t your own. And yet, somewhere between booking the train, packing the car, and arriving at the hotel, the trip can quietly turn into a plan — a list of places,…
By February, many people start thinking about travel. Not in a concrete way yet — more as a feeling.A week away. A change of scenery. Something to look forward to once winter loosens its grip. And yet, for many of us, the moment we start thinking about holidays, something tightens instead of opening. Alongside anticipation,…
Rediscovering Cities Beyond the Lens I once watched a small crowd take turns posing in a narrow side street with the Eiffel Tower perfectly framed behind them — adjusting their angle, checking the shot, posing again — without a single one of them actually turning around to look up at the tower itself. I stood…
There’s a walk we do often enough that I could probably describe it with my eyes closed, and yet it’s never quite the same walk twice. It starts in the village, just past the church, where we turn left onto a path that used to be a road, or maybe a railway — nobody seems…
Somewhere along the way, travel became something to conquer. An itinerary to fill. A checklist to complete. A race from landmark to landmark — arrive, photograph, move on. Slow travel is the alternative to that. It’s a way of moving through the world that prioritises depth over breadth, presence over efficiency — staying longer in…