I have a dream!

This trip harbored dreams of a passionate boy photography. When I grow up, I'll do around the world. Today, the 50 past, it's about time... Must go and feed, feed of encounters and emotions.

I would like to share these trips with all the adventurers of the macadam, tracks and paths, with those who dream of meetings at the end of the world. Close the door double turn and run away from this life without soul, where the next day resembles the day before. Cross other looks, the faces of women without mascara and men with fine wrinkles. Walk on mother earth, without noise of mixer and dough, hear just the beating of the scourge on wheat.
This trip, I would like to share it with you, but also with them...

Nous sommes le 28 janvier 2011.
Nous venons de vendre notre commerce et nous décidons de repousser la date de départ. Si nous partons maintenant, le voyage sera superbe mais le retour risque d' être catastrophique. Nous n'aurons plus les moyens de reprendre une entreprise ...Il faut repousser le départ et reprendre une entreprise (un hôtel) que nous conserverons.

Mardi 19 juillet 2011.
Les recherches furent longues et très souvent décevantes mais, enfin, nous avons trouvé. Nous partons pour les Côtes d' Armor dans les jours qui viennent.

Samedi 29 juin 2013
Coup de blues
Depuis quelques semaines, la pendule traîne les pieds. Asphyxiés par la vie qu'une pluie a transformé en une boue pesante, mes souliers ne parviennent plus à rattraper l'heure du départ. Le voyage semble encore loin alors qu'il n'a jamais été aussi proche. J'ai emprisonné mes rêves et ma passion depuis trop longtemps et je ne supporte plus cette incarcération bâtie sur un malentendu. J'avais pourtant mis la clef de ma cellule au fond d'une poche de pantalon. Bien avant le jugement dernier, je la sortirai pour ouvrir cette damnée grille. M'évader, faire la nique à Saint Pierre, lui balancer un bras d'honneur et prendre la poudre d'escampette. Tchao mon pote, je pars sur d'autres chemins, je pars à la rencontre de mecs bien plus passionnant que toi. Oublie moi !
Où ai-je rangé ce pantalon ?

Saturday, June 29, 2013
Case of the blues
In recent weeks, the clock drags its feet. Suffocated by the life that rain has turned into a heavy mud, my shoes no longer able to catch up the time of departure. Still, the trip seems far away, while he has never been as close. I jailed my dreams and my passion for too long and I can't stand this incarceration built on a misunderstanding. However, I put the key to my cell at the bottom of a trouser pocket. Well before the final judgment, I take her to open this gate damned. Escape, the picnic at St. Peter, sway him finger and take to their heels. Tchao buddy, I go on other paths, I go to meet guys much more exciting than you. Forget me!
Where did I put those pants?

March 17, 2010

That's... Although we do not yet know the date, the countdown is started.
By publishing www.parcheminsetfeuillets.com on this amazing planet that is the Internet, the adventure shoes the starting blocks.
Because a trip begins with its preparations and never ends, we put "by paths and slips" online three years before heading on our dreams. Your experience to us, your joys, your galleys and your departures. All these information and tips offered to listen to us. And then, also for those who simply want to follow us and slip us a Word, in all friendship.

Titouan, Christine and Dominique.