Tuesday, 21 December 2021



Things have been very quiet here lately. 

Covid times came and an idea landed with me that didn't leave me alone. 

With Paris out of bounds, 

I spent the last year creating my own Paris-inspired universe –

Poรฉsie Privรฉe  

( www. poesieprivee.com )

Welcome to join me there! 


Wednesday, 16 September 2020





catching up with some random images

taken over the last month or so.


our kitten Amandine entered the scene,

late summer shifting 

towards deeper autumn tones,

personal projects, 

alluring light amid the strangest of times.


Sunday, 2 August 2020



"๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ. ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐™ฑ๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š”๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š•๐š๐šœ, ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š™๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐šข๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐š•๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ, ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š” ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐šŽ๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐š๐š˜๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐š” ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š’๐š› ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐šœ, ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šข ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š™๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ⁣⁣⁣⁣
- ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š˜๐š– ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š˜๐š– ๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š˜๐š– ⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š™๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š™๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ⁣ –⁣⁣⁣
 ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ⁣⁣⁣⁣
– ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ⁣ – ⁣⁣⁣
๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š‘ ⁣– ⁣⁣⁣
๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š, ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š."⁣⁣⁣⁣
๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š›๐šข ๐™พ๐š•๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›⁣⁣⁣, ๐™ป๐šž๐š”๐šŽ⁣

๐™ฟ.๐š‚. ๐™ธ'๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š˜๐š,
๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š”,
๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š™๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐šŠ ๐š”๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š—.
๐™ธ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šœ ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ.




Monday, 13 July 2020


"for some things 
there are no wrong seasons.
which is what I dream for me.”

 Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings


Wednesday, 1 July 2020


rainy day, baking day.
the soundtrack of Normal People on repeat.

summer calls for no recipes,
simplicity, spontaneity.

fresh raspberries & blueberries
crush and melt in the mouth.

I taste freedom,
I taste ease,

I'll say it
– happiness.


Monday, 29 June 2020


an evening walk
around the sleepy coastal town of Kaskinen. 
it felt like sleeping beauty!
time stood still,
the beauty of the intricate old houses
entwined with an air of melancholy.
a special place
that got under the skin.

then towards the tiny old harbour.

the weather-beaten fishing huts
still show the names of the fishermen
who kept their boats there once upon a time
when back from afar to be with their families.


Sunday, 12 April 2020

Deux cafรฉs, s'il vous plaรฎt!

a peck on the cheek
& two coffees please.
we'll find a corner table
so we can hear each other
above that darling soundtrack 
of background chatter punctuated by
the clinking of coffee cups.
we talk for hours,
goodness is that the time,
a warm hug,
until next time.

(jeeeez, I'm missing being a human! 
but we adapt
& we find the good things
within our bubbles for now.) 

glimpses from Verlet from last summer.
I realise my knowledge of Parisian cafรฉs
is much more limited than I'd love it to be, 
but two visits in
I declare it a fave.
(despite the initial shock of a renovation
having taken place since the first time
– but  trust the French to get even those right
& not at all too polished and shiny looking! ) 


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