It's been years since I had the chance to sail on my own, and I never had such a wonderful setting. Clouds, colours, wind, rain and sun, all at the same time.

I was walking where steam engines used to cross the forest, and today there is only a green embankment. Not all the metal has disappeared though: some remains, with style.

What is left of a prehistoric vulcano, is one of my favourite destinations in this city.

Is it trying to reach the light? Does it know the sun it's setting?

A construction yard started centuries ago, it seems never to be complete. Random buildings are built between other random buildings, following styles that don't really match.

From the top of the Brunelleschi cupola, the sight is always breathtaking. If I were to live in Florence, I'd climb up there everyday, just to read a book.

The Munich Airport was somehow in panic, a blurry yellow patch in a sea of fog.

Standing on top of the Lillsylen (1702m), looking toward Norway. The opposite direction looks more or less the same :-)

Stone marking the border between Sweden and Norway, on top of the Storsylen. Not sure if the stone was actually put in that position, but it may be.

I didn't get on the Helags, because the weather was bad in the morning. Later the day turned into a wonderful sunset

A hut in the middle of nowhere, a hill among many other. Two more days of walk in this direction and you get back to civilisation.

Hanging with all its strengths to the cliff, my cap cries for help. Will it be saved? Yes, eventually.

A bit of mist, lots of snow, a graveyard.

The Straight Road is truly straight and long, and merrily faces south (quite important in a city where you can see arrays of mirrors reflecting light on nord walls).

Since 1949 this ship has been moored in the bay of Stockholm, in the city center, and is an hostel

In a little garden in Uppsala, they seem to stand the cold weather.

A postcard image of Sweden, at one of the best hours of the day.

The långbryggan, a 600+ meters bridge, goes from the shore to this little island covered of birch trees.

On the shore of a little lake, a sign tries its best to warn us against the shallow bottom

Small, maybe nameless stream in the Dalarna region, Sweden. The most quiet place in the universe.

One of the things I miss the most in the place I live are grass area in the middle of the cities, and these colors in autumn.

Near the end of Glen Nevis, leaving the road, you can get to a rocky passage, more or less 4 meters wide, full of insects. After about a hundred meters, the path suddenly arrives in this valley where it disappears. So close to civilization but, at the same time, so far.

Tiny and wondeful scottish town, almost at the end of a long firth on the west coast. The tourist parking is bigger than the town itself.

On the way back from the cloudy top of the Ben Nevis. One of the many green and empty glens of Scotland. At the bottom, 14m above the sea, a hostel and a camping.

You wouldn't say, but this park is in the middle of a capital city. I would just love to take a nap on this perfectly clean grass.

Even if the delay reached one hour and twenty minutes, I managed to get home. Finally with my own camera, I'm ready to take picture of the landscape under the plane: 1400km of white, grrrrr...

It may happen to be on a plane willing to take a picture, but without a camera. You just have to ask to the person sitting next to you, and leave him you e-mail address. Thanks :)

Picture taken in the Cinque Terre national park, between Corniglia and Vernazza