Paris Blues

Since my diagnosis, life has gotten a lot easier. When I feel the blues taking hold I don’t need Prozac, I need Paris and my mind takes me there. I become light as a feather and I find myself able to nibble a bit of cheese without guilt and a glass of good burgundy makes me almost giddy!



Pensées envolées ou l’Addiction au Voyage

Par voyages, on entend pérégrinations, aventures, vie de bohème, sans repères, sans contraintes. On parle de pure liberté et non de tourisme, cette institution de cortèges en bus, appareil photo autour du cou, et empilement de souvenirs jusqu’au cou !