Some cities get lucky. Carcassonne got strategic positioning. The result was two thousand years of invasions, crusades, and general unpleasantness—interrupted only by brief periods of prosperity and the occasional flying pig. Click here to find out more…
Before the TGV, before the motorway, before even the steam engine, one obsessed Frenchman carved a 241-kilometre waterway through the south of France using nothing but a battered compass, 15,000 workers, and his entire family fortune. The Canal du Midi is the greatest engineering adventure you’ve probably never heard the full story of — until now.
Avant le TGV, avant l’autoroute, avant même la machine à vapeur, un Français obsédé a creusé un canal de 241 kilomètres à travers le sud de la France en n’utilisant rien d’autre qu’une boussole usée, 15 000 ouvriers et toute sa fortune familiale. Le Canal du Midi est la plus grande aventure d’ingénierie dont vous n’avez probablement jamais entendu toute l’histoire — jusqu’à maintenant.
Another week in the south of France where nothing happened — except a road trip to Sète, lunch in Carcassonne, a skirmish with the tax office, a friend escaping Iran, a rocket launch, and an epic supermarket bill. You know. The usual quiet week.
What starts as a simple mission to clean the pool ends in a humbling, sun-drenched reckoning with the body’s limits — and one man’s very reasonable decision to treat the afternoon’s dizziness as a medical prescription for rosé. Equal parts dry wit and genuine reflection, this poolside dispatch from the south of France asks the big questions (relapse or just the heat?) and arrives at the only sensible answer: when in doubt, open the cellar. Santé. Click to read.
When your ultra-connected smart home runs at 10 Gbps, you expect cutting-edge problems. What you don’t expect is a full-scale rebellion… from two-euro batteries. This week: alarms failing, shutters dying, technicians queuing — and a quiet realization that the weakest link in modern tech isn’t the network, but the tiny things we forget to check. Click to witness the great battery uprising.
Ten days of Spanish sunshine, a maritime lunch in Sète, St Patrick’s Day navigated with remarkable restraint, and enough flights booked to Southeast Asia to confuse a travel agent — March had no shortage of plot. The clocks stole an hour, the elections stole my mood, and spring stole absolutely nothing because it hasn’t actually shown up yet. Click in for the full debrief.
Sun-soaked canals, salty breezes, and a town that hums with raw Mediterranean charm—Sète isn’t just a stopover, it’s a feeling. In this story, dive into a place where fishing boats sway beside colorful facades, locals linger over long lunches, and every corner whispers something beautifully unpolished. If you’re craving authenticity, spontaneity, and a hint of wild escape, this is your invitation to step off the map and into Sète.
A week where spring betrayed us, winter came crawling back, and I found myself wrapped in blankets questioning both the weather and my wardrobe decisions. In between dodging icy winds, I upgraded to an absurdly fast 8Gbps router (because clearly 2Gbps was holding me back in life) and went down the rabbit hole of speed tests and tech optimism. But the real highlight? Locking in an ambitious Southeast Asia adventure—four countries, five stops, and just enough planning chaos to make it exciting. Add a time change that stole an hour of sleep, and you’ve got a week that was equal parts chilly, geeky, and gloriously escapist.
I had gigabit fibre and the audacity to find it disappointing. Twenty-five connected devices had a different opinion. A story about broadband, a shiny new router, and a home that quietly became a Provençal data centre without anyone noticing. Click in to find out more.
