Postcards and mosquito bites

Barcelona: Spent two nights in this room in a beautiful and quiet apartment in Born after the Sonar festival.

Barcelona: One of my best meals in Barcelona. Restaurante Rincon de Aragon in El Raval. Carrer del Carme, 28 

Barcelona: Solo lunching at Boca Grande. This place has the trippiest restroom ever. Passatge de la Concepció, 12

Berlin: Best Japanese ramen ever at Cocolo! Gipsstraße 3

Berlin: Burger at The Bird in Prenzlauer Berg. Am Falkplatz 5 

Berlin: Cheesecake heaven at Princess Cheesecake. Tucholskystraße 37

Nice: Mouthwatering pastries on the street

Nice: Visited Monastère de Cimiez after walking up the hills alone.

Nice: Jardin d’Eden designed by Yves Klein on the MAMAC roof terrace.

Paris: The Marrocan deli at Marché des Enfants Rouges in Le Marais. 39 Rue de Bretagne

Paris: Water melon and a mosquito bite on the park bench in Square Trousseau.


After having looked at my holidays photos from the past eleven weeks, I realized that my vacation was just a big feast. My summer has been a dream, almost too good to be true so, of course, it just had to end badly. I traveled to Mallorca, Barcelona, Tromøya, Copenhagen, Berlin, Nice, Monte Carlo, Grasse, Cannes, and Paris in this exact order. I’ve been drafting a recapulation of my blissful weeks of idleness and hedonism for my blog but quickly found out that I have yet to overcome the uncomfortableness of being overly open online. But one important thing I’ve learned in the last couple of weeks while being on the road, is to go with the flow without any expectations whatsoever (Barcelona, Sonar festival, Oslo in the end of June – amazing) and you’ll never be disappointed. In addition I’ve also learned that nothing can replace the “first time” – for anything, come to think of it – so any attempt at recreating the “first time” experience is just a waste of time and upsetting (Hove festival, Oslo in the beginning of August).

Long time no blog

Well, I guess it’s about time to say hello/goodbye to those of you who still stop by this dead-end of a blog, before I dash off again. I’ve been living out of a suitcase since the end of May and truth be told I really do look forward to going back to day-to-day routines. How I miss waking up at 7.30 AM every day and not drinking 8 units of Red Bull a night. But first, I’m just going to idle a bit more and go to Paris before becoming a hermit again.

I honestly have no idea what will happen to my blog after summer. As I’m turning 21 in September, I kinda feel like my Dead Fleurette days are over considering that I created my alter ego as a confused 16 year old gal in need of an alternative presence or pastime (don’t even ask) … I had this fantasy that I would remain an online ‘enigma’ forever but I guess I just want to be me for now.

Regardless, I’ll keep you in the loop. Enjoy the rest of the summer!

PS: Summer in Europe has been ridiculously COLD and schizophrenic. I guess you could tell from my outfit above… Fortunately, summer wasn’t absent in Spain or France so I’ve got my first tan in years. What a shocker!