About Paris, Miracles and the Life of Pi

Hoping that Parisien Taxi drivers will speak some English one day and their credit card machines will work is like waiting for a miracle.

It just doesn’t work (well, miracles might happen, Paris taxi drivers’ card machines working is just not possible).

But Paris is a magic place, and there is always a reward to your endless patience, there is always something that will balance your miserable taxi experience. This time, my reward was the hotel. Hotel Molitor. Remember Life of Pi? Remember Piscine Molitor Patel? Yes, that one. Exactly that one. Spending two days as a guest in that hotel, with that piscine just outside my room.

There is always something in Paris that balance the taxi experience. Because miracles happen. Getting on board of a taxi equipped with a working card machine with proper wireless connection and the comfort of some understandable english words simply doesn’t work.


A few days in Crete are enough to realise how much I am missing the Mediterranean way of life (today also defined: Mediterranean lifestyle). And it’s not just about the Mediterranean food and diet, still point of debate among Anglo-Saxon media. It’s about life, simplicity, taste. It’s about going slow and still living your life at the best. I do not think London understands this. Yet.

New Lonely Planet Destinations

The new Lonely Planet beta destinations pages are simply gorgeous. The full story of the new redesign can be found here. Via Medium.

Photography is one of the most effective tools in helping people understand a destination. That’s why we’ve developed new partnerships with wonderful people like 500px to help us surface the best travel images on the web. Each destination page begins with photography that tells a story of the location.

My stuff & Rhode Island

My hometown is where my stuff is.

I was told by a native-Parisian, now-Rhode Islander colleague. True. My stuff has been based here for the past two weeks and I already feel at home. Many trips in the last two years have made me so familiar with this place.

Here = this place = Rhode Island.

The smallest state of USA. The first state prohibiting slavery. The first rebelling against the British empire. The state discovered by an Italian (Giovanni da Verrazzano) and hosting today the highest % of Italian-Americans in USA (19%). The birthplace of the renowned America’s Cup. The state where JFK got married. The place where the democratisation of the most sophisticated food on earth – the lobster – takes the name of lobster roll.

In another life I might decide to settle down here. In this life RI is just one of the many places around the planet where I simply feel at home.

Still 49 to go…

Two unforgettable days spent sailing in Newport, RI.

Based on a known book, Newport is one of the best 50 places to sail before you die. Well, I am just missing the other 49 now.