Sometimes the first "hello" isnt a word...It's a gesture. A cup of tea extended before a question. A shared plate between strangers. A nod that says, “You’re welcome here.

Morning markets in Provence don’t just open, they unfold.

Belonging rarely arrives with a passport stamp. It comes quietly. On a stool too small for comfort, in a smile you didn’t earn, or in a bite that tells you the only rule is respect. elonging rarely arrives with a passport stamp. It comes quietly. On a stool too small for comfort, in a smile you didn’t earn, or in a bite that tells you the only rule is respect.