I have always felt that winter is a special season though I can never quite decide whether I resist it or love it more. It’s a quiet love–hate relationship, the kind where you complain a little… but secretly wouldn’t want it any other way. 🙏🏻 There’s the cold that truly gets into you sometimes so deep it feels like your bones are frozen. The tiny rain that’s too light for an umbrella but still somehow manages to soak you. The grey days that stretch a little longer than we’

Dear you, I came back to Oslo on the first of January, without really knowing how this month would unfold. Everyone here keeps telling me : “just wait until you see the winter” , which, I have to admit, made me a little bit scared. December was very dark and rainy but somehow I didn’t mind it much. It was also festive , full of lights and warmth , and that made everything softer. ✨ I’m writing these words on the 9th of January and it has been snowing almost every day since t

Dear you, In this letter, I wanted to share a little about my first autumn in Oslo. 😊 Autumn arrived much faster than in France. By the end of September, the trees were already turning into soft oranges and deep reds and the city slowly settled into its colder season. I witnessed beautiful landscapes on long bus rides along the fjord, the stillness of the water mixed with the colors of the trees… it felt quietly magical. Like every autumn, we had our share of grey and rainy

Between steam, silence and golden light, I discovered in Oslo a ritual far deeper than I imagined : the art of sauna, calm and invigorating all at once.

Dear you, It felt only natural that my second Letter to you should be about my first five months in Oslo. I finally moved to Oslo on...

Some decisions don’t come in the noise of everyday life, but in the quiet, almost sacred. Mine came one summer morning, by a Swiss lake, in a soft light that changed everything.