My sea

This is my haven, a calm place wrapped in the arms of the Southern Europe shores, made of summer swim and winter walks. Here I use to sit in the sand and breathe to the rhythm of the waves.

This is where all my memories coalesce, where being son and father, young and old, happy and sad can finally merge to become just what I am.

Welcome to my sea.

Black is beautiful

Back to 2014 and a totally unexpected visit to the Pierre Soulages museum, in the artist’s hometown Rodez. I was there just for a lunch with friends, when we stumbled upon the official unveiling of the museum to the medias*. Breathtaking…

* in such a context, a person with a camera in the hand can turn herself from a tourist into a journalist in the blink of an eye… πŸ˜‰