

Jean-Marie the sculptor
I interview people I meet, the collaboration is exceptional, a great experience.


Reading in the Marquesas
I wanted to leave my mark on the land of Brel and Gauguin without losing my life, so I donated my "Pommes de route" to the village library. This led to a meeting with a passionate book lover.


Clin d’œil à David Hockney au Marquises
Draw on my IPad


Tahuata Island
I thought to myself that this small island, with no airport and only 600 inhabitants, might take me back to the Brel era; I was right. I stayed with Félix, the mayor of the municipality and headmaster of the small primary school. I slept in a very modest but clean room. The common areas consisted mainly of a large terrace overlooking equatorial vegetation and the Pacific Ocean, which roars day and night, and with a perfect angle for watching the sunsets, which are admittedly


Creating a Facebook group
To make it easier to follow my journey, I've created a Facebook group. I invite you to join us and share it with your friends and family. THANKS https://www.facebook.com/share/g/1DxtJCqp9c/


Day 8 Hiva Oa, the island of Brel and Gauguin
I walk, I explore, I film it and I draw. Slow travel at its best.


Go around the small blue dot
Le petit point bleu duquel je vais faire le tour "I will go far, very far Like a bohemian Arthur Rimbaud I'll go far without being a bohemian, much less a poet. Just a simple bourgeois bohemian, not like the well-fed bourgeois of Brel, no, an ordinary bourgeois because I was born in the right place at the right time. In the post-war boom, 600 km from New York rather than Moscow, Cairo, or Buenos Aires. Born to cultured, brilliant parents, but with a rather lax parenting s
