This is a space for slow footsteps and open eyes. Here, I share moments gathered while wandering — along coastal paths, quiet city streets, or forgotten trails.
Inspired by the art of flânerie — the French tradition of strolling not to arrive, but to feel — this journal is not about distance or destination.
It’s about presence.
About pausing to notice a crumbling wall, the curve of an alley, a whisper of ocean wind, or the kindness of a stranger.
These are notes from the road, but also invitations: to walk slower, to see deeper, to find joy in the everyday.
I walk to remember what matters.
I write to keep it alive.