France

Constantin Brâncuși, the man who made the stone sing and featherless birds fly

| Christie

His heart continued to beat strongly long after nightfall. As darkness fell, an eerie silence enveloped the entire train, and only the jerky rhythm of the wheels on the tracks could be heard.

He raised his eyes to the sky and saw the gates of a new universe opening. As a child he had run away countless times, but this time his run was no longer a run from the past, but a run to the future, towards a new, rediscovered self, almost like the suffering of a new enduring and overwhelming passion, as he sometimes liked to accept.

The Gate of Kiss
The Gate of the Kiss
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Walking on the Kings path, a pilgrimage through time and place

| Christie

The silence fell upon us as soon as we stepped in the shade. Glimmering rays warmed us along the path, mystifying the forest completely. The tall trees bathed in the gentle and caring sun, and the rich secular foliage gave us the feeling of a shelter, a natural refuge from the busy world outside.

Foret Domaniale de la Sainte Baume
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Marseille, the city of 100 neighbourhoods

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Nicknamed the city of 100 neighbourhoods, Marseille is mostly known as the oldest city in France.

Blessed with more than 300 days of sunshine a year, and with an ancient history, Marseille picked up our interest when we decided to take a road trip in Provence, and see the Gorges du Verdon.

The Basilica of Notre-Dame de la Garde v

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FR, Hauterives: Palais Ideal du Facteur Cheval

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Everyone has a special place. Inside of our own garden, or outside.  Close, or far away. A specific place where we can read, a particular place where we can dream, an exceptional one where we can help others or bring joy, an exclusive and unique one where we can create and express ourselves.
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FR, Grasse: Scented memories

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Have you ever had a song stuck in your head, a poem, or a picture? Or just simply a sweet memory of a place, event, or a person? Or some fond memories like my flavored nostalgia of the pretty city of Grasse, the centre of the French (and even the world) perfume industry?

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