Metanoia

Sometimes to travel, is to be still. To sit with yourself for long enough and arrive to a mental destination that you can recognise as home. I have always assumed that travelling feels so wonderful because you are in motion. Moving away from one destination and towards another, filled with the sadness of leaving something…

The Many Faces of Marseille

A city of contrast, controversy, colour, calamity, carnality and culture.   When you first descend the grand staircase of Gare de Marseille St Charles, it is as if you leave behind the concept of security and order and fall into the dog eat dog, every man for himself mode of survival. Your obvious novelty means that…

The Architects’ Playground

      Settling in to a new home always comes with equal excitement and challenge. Anything from getting lost in the neighbourhood when trying to find your way home, to stubbing your toe in the middle of the night because you can’t remember where the light switch is. But there is also this wonderful…

The In-between Spaces

When you move to another country your minds is filled with plans, expectations and a laundry list of unanswered questions. Why do we uproot ourselves thousands of miles to strange cities with strange languages, tastes, smells, lights, and noises? Is it curiosity? Or is it that we cave to constant hum at the back of…