I have a dream!

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 ?

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.

February 2, 2019

We returned to France on January 15 of this year. A return has never been as difficult. We all take a slap monumental both in France life is at odds with that of the Morocco. We have the feeling the France is a bank that plunders the French and the French. Taxes, taxes on taxes, vertiginous taxes which impoverish the purchasing power and who are ruining the business cash. The faces are marked, the smiles have disappeared. Feed with quality products became totally impossible for most of us. Some have even more opportunity to two meals a day. Watch your bank account will grant you the right to turn the radiator knob to turn on the heat in her house. Go to the doctor when you're sick has become a luxury that it is often impossible to agree. Even more serious, the French and the French have more solidarity. They fight each other in a concert cleverly orchestrated by the dictatorship of a president and a Government that lives only for the richest. Government orders of big capital.

The Morocco progresses but without losing its traditions. The Morocco looks ahead and advance without forgetting its people. Of course, everything is perfect, poverty still exists, but we feel that the Morocco of today opens and is developing in the right direction. The Moroccan and Moroccans have a smile. They are talking to you, welcome you with pleasure and sincerity. They share even though some have few.

Marina and Titouan no longer want to live in France. The Morocco totally conquered them. They aim, as soon as our company will be sold to the same activity but in Marrakech. They loved the simplicity and the relationships of women and men of this country. So, Yes; We will do everything to offer the happiness to live with our children.

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...

28 octobre 2018

October 28, 2018

The year 2018 was slow and laborious. We return to Morocco, starting December 22, 2018, with a surprise but a nice surprise. Titouan, the little rascal in the photo on the home page, just with us. It is not happened for three years. The rabble has grown considerably and we dominated from the top of its 19. He doesn't come alone... A brown eyes mischievous and also rabble that he meets accompanies him. It had to happen one day! Shot of old, small shot of blues for us. Our Titounet escapes us, but we knew that this would happen. To add a little, we also take Grandma Josiane and my brother Philippe. The organization is sports. It must build the trailer so that it can carry the quad but also serve as room for the young lovebirds. Put a skylight and a window on the door. The bottom insulation and installation of a second floor in order to ask a bed and some storage. In addition, they are hardly manageable when they're together.


For the destination, we resume the planned course in 2017 we had not had the opportunity to. The unexpected weather made us a nice joke. We spend more time on the High Atlas and we will discover the desert at Marina. Of course, we hope to meet again.

27 janvier 2018

Nous sommes revenu du Maroc depuis huit jours. Les surprises climatiques nous ont accompagnées tout au long de ce voyage. Pluie, neige, froid, chaleur et tempête de sable nous ont obligé à changer nos destinations. Nous avons fait l'impasse sur le Toubkal et les gorges du Dades tant la neige tombait en masse . Les routes étaient impraticables et encore moins les pistes d'altitude.

Cela fait déjà plusieurs années que nous allons au Maroc. Le pays change très vite mais les marocaines et les marocains restent toujours aussi accueillants. Ils ne perdent pas leurs sourires et vous parlent avec passion de leurs traditions et de leurs vies. Bien entendu, il y a des laissés-pour-compte. Rançon du modernisme et de la nouvelle économie !? Ce n'est pas certain. Peut être que mon appareil photo m'oblige à regarder ce que je ne veux pas voir. La jeunesse bouge, vie et se bat pour son pays. Les plus anciens rêvent d'avoir vingt ans pour mieux comprendre les nouveaux enjeux. Tous ont adopté le téléphone portable que vous retrouvez des villages du Haut Atlas au désert de l'erg Chebbi. La simca mille pigeot à disparue des pistes pour laisser place aux voitures modernes sur des rubans d'asphalte qui n'ont rien à envier à nos routes européennes. Il y deux années la route de M'Hamid, le long de l'Oued Draa, m'avait privé du rétroviseur gauche lors d'un croisement avec un bus touristique. Aujourd'hui, les croisements se fond sans risques dès lors que chacun reste bien à droite. Ne croyez pas pour autant pouvoir mettre vos roues n'importe où. Sans un 4x4, un quad ou de bons baskets, vous ne verrez pas ce que le Maroc vous cache de magnifique.

19 octobre 2017

A la fin de l'année nous repartons au Maroc pour finir le reportage photos. Nous nous poserons dans le Jbel Toubkal, le haut Atlas et Merzouga. Nous avons acheté un quad afin de prendre des ''pistes'' vraiment impraticables pour le camping-car et vraiment trop longues pour la marche à pieds. Au dernier voyage, la neige nous a fait rebrousser chemin dans les gorges de Dades alors, nous y retournerons pour refaire cette magnifique piste.

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.