Why would you give up the thrill of the unexpected, the surprise of discovery? I hung my brain on the coat rack and then went out and took the perfect walk.

In winter, we will go in a little pink wagon With blue cushions. We will be fine. Excerpt from Arthur Rimbaud's poem "Dreamed for Winter".

That day, slow and weak, the breeze had gentle complaints as it passed under the half-stripped woods.

The Vosges Mountains boast some beautiful natural forest sites. Walking there is truly enchanting.

Disconnection and Wonder in the Vosges.