France revealed in its villages, forests, and fleeting lights.

There are countries you visit, and others you inhabit.
France is mine.

It reveals itself in stone villages, deep forests, lively markets, and the stories of emperors and painters.

I don’t need to go far: every path around me tells a story.
A bench beneath climbing roses, a cobbled lane lined with physalis, a golden sky over the forest…

This is the France I share here: simple, alive, poetic.
The one discovered step by step, along my wanderings.