Postcards from the French Alps — Notes from a Solo Spring Journey

At the foot of the French Alps, spring feels lighter.

A small boutique hotel. A worn copy of Cézanne by Yvon Taillandier left open on the table. A cup of coffee warming your hands, the spring breeze gently moving through the air.

A place where all the elements of nature meet.

Travelling alone offers its own rhythm — slow mornings, long afternoons strolls, and unhurried dinners where the only companions are good music, a well-cooked meal, and the gentle hum of conversations in the distance.

Coffee becomes part of the landscape — a way to make the calmness of the morning linger through the day.

Brew slowly. Wander widely.