The word “history” has two sides: one is invented, the other remembers
The word “history” has two sides: one is invented, the other remembers
Hospitality, a word steeped in history, derived from the Latin hospes, connects the host and the stranger in a single gesture of openness.
My words are not intended to lecture, but to question our travel habits and our ways of seeing the world. To then lay new foundations for a reinvigorated art of hospitality. An art of storytelling. An art of beauty. An art of time. An art of sharing. A more sensitive, lively, authentic, and human approach to life.
My words are not intended to lecture, but to question our travel habits and our ways of seeing the world. To then lay new foundations for a reinvigorated art of hospitality. An art of storytelling. An art of beauty. An art of time. An art of sharing. A more sensitive, lively, authentic, and human approach to life.
Every place has a living history, which the host must reveal rather than invent
When it’s time to leave, I like to be able to say:“I didn’t do anything extraordinary; I simply kept watching”
We must return to the very essence of what the word “WELCOME” means.
It is a call to re-enchant hospitality, to reintroduce into our lives the pleasure of surprise, the concern for beautiful moments, the taste for generosity and encounter. A hospitality of intimacy, of a change of scenery, of wonder. A hospitality that serves the places, moments, and men and women who embody it.
To be a smuggler is to sign by erasing oneself 