Another day, another placeÖ
The pleasure to discover, to find oneís own points of reference.
The wish to go a little deeper than the sudden superficiality.
The naughty feeling to snobbish traditional monuments, to show only their less unusual face.
Even though itís 40 km. away, I can smell the ocean in the air.
The river Loire carries its heavy burden of history over a greyish stream.
All is fine in the best of possible worlds today.
Iím ready to listen to the voice of this town, if itís so gentle to speak to me.