Port Meadow

I’ve been on holiday for 2.5 months, and yet can’t seem to have found time to upload anything on the blog. Time… should I say motivation? I think I completely crashed after finals… I spent the first half of the year being the most productive person I had ever been and letting the pressure go kinda backlashed. It doesn’t mean I’ve done nothing all summer: I did some travelling, I’ve been taking photos, I’ve even thought of loads of content to share on this blog. But anything that seemed remotely like a constraint such as making a to do list, writing a post, sticking to an uploading schedule was somehow too much effort for me to deal with.

So here we go: after 2 months of having the photos developed, in my laptop, edited and ready to go, I am finally sharing with you some moments I captured from my last month living in Oxford. I particularly like how these photos turned out. Maybe I’m the only ones who sees it but I find the film gives on some of them an impressionistic look which I’m obviously very fond of, and which I hope encompasses the idyllic vibe I tried to capture.


I’ve written about Port Meadow before, a wonderful place where many Oxford students escape, including myself. However the tight coursework and revision schedule  I had only allowed me to go on 30min walks, perhaps 40min top. This was no longer an issue after June 3rd which meant I was able to properly discover Port Meadow. I say “discover” because it was only after I went on a 3.5 hour walk by myself that I realised how much more there was.


After passing the Perch, I walked along the Thames, passing by many cows starring at me from the other side of the water before  reaching the ruins of Godstow Abbey, a very exciting place for a medievalist like me, as it is where Rosamund Clifford, Henry II’s mistress was buried – and allegedly where he hid her from his wife Eleanor of Aquitaine!


I would have loved to be in the company of friends to grab a pint in the sun and by the water at the Trout – but I know I’ll come back.

Crossing back the meadow on my way back and walking alongside horses munching on grass was the most peace I reached all summer. No noise (not even music), fresh air, sun, green grass, horses, cows, ducks, the water, just me and nature. Part of me wishes I could stay in Oxford, and go on these walks once a month to recharge. Perhaps I should be more proactive at finding such a place near where I live. In the meantime, I have the photos to reminisce over this happy place, and of course share it with all of you.



Oxford guide on Khoollect

I am super proud to share a little guide about some of my favourite places in Oxford that I’ve written for Rachel Khoo’s online magazine, otherwise known as Khoollect!


Please have a read and let me know in the comment section what you think of it and if you’re planning on visiting Oxford anytime soon!

Lots of love,


Oxford, a year in the life: Autumn

My first term back at Oxford has just finished… You can tell how crazy it’s been by the little amount of posts I’ve uploaded these past 8 weeks. I am not proud of myself, BUT I still took many photos, and I thought I’d share with you how gorgeous Oxford has been. I’d like to think the warm colours of autumn covering the beautiful architecture of this inspiring university make all the hard work, the long nights, the tears and the stress worth it (almost).

PS: who else watched the Gilmore Girls revival? What did you think about it? I was personally incredibly disappointed on numerous levels (writing, filming, acting etc). Happy to debate in the comment section ;)

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Britain, what have you done?

On my way home last night, I called my boyfriend to ask him what the exit polls were. I wasn’t worried, just curious about how many people would have voted to leave while obviously a majority of people was going to vote “remain”.

I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was turn off Airplane mode on my phone not to check the news, it wasn’t even on my mind, but to look at social media, messages from my boyfriend, bref: normal morning routine. Instead, as soon as wifi hit my phone, it started buzzing with flash notifications from news apps, screenshots from my boyfriend, Facebook statuses of despair…

Seeing the results on a map, the division between London and the rest of Britain, the division between Britain and Ireland and Scotland, and seeing a girl on the EU referendum snapchat story get it wrong and shout “I voted to leave the UK” I come to the realisation I must have been really silly to think this unknown and unpromising future was inconceivable…


Cherry blossom trees in London

Spring is upon us and do you know where the cherry blossom trees have bloomed the most? … Instagram of course! I don’t know if it’s the fact they’re the symbol of spring, that they have their own emoji or simply their pink colour that makes us brandish our smartphones and cameras. Either way, I’ve had the amazing chance to spot them in my favourite cities this year, that is Paris, Washington DC and London! Where do you love spotting them?

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