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.