As my friend Woody Allen would say, Paris looks even more beautiful when it rains.
The streets glisten beneath the soft morning light, café terraces fill with the comforting aroma of freshly baked croissants, and there is no better excuse to slow down than escaping into one of the city's legenda…
The streets glisten beneath the soft morning light, café terraces fill with the comforting aroma of freshly baked croissants, and there is no better excuse to slow down than escaping into one of the city's legenda…
On a cold Sunday morning in Paris, my first visit to Le Café Marly felt like stepping into a cinematic version of the city I had always imagined. Nestled beneath the arcades of the Louvre, with front-row views of the iconic glass pyramid, the café blends Parisian elegance with an unmistakably luxur…
There are some places you discover and instantly know you’ll eventually experience in person — even if life takes a little longer to bring you there. That was exactly the case with Hôtel Adèle & Jules.
I never thought I could ever say this but... I'm tired of wearing black, guys. Haha.. can you believe it? It's true, I'm just happy we have warmer days here so I can change my looks a bit. And I should warn you, a lot of bright colored outfits are coming - get ready!
To start, the most gorgeous, stylish and soft green silk set I was gifted by one of my my favorite online shops. Have you heard about Silk & Salt yet? Well, take a look and let me know your thoughts about it. Also, what a glorious New York City morning!
In the heart of Porto, the iconic Chapel of Souls — also known as Capela das Almas — stands as one of the city’s most photographed landmarks and a timeless symbol of Portuguese heritage. Originally built in the 18th century, the chapel became internationally recognized after its striking façade was…
A cold December day in Porto has a way of sharpening the senses. The air feels crisper, the light softer, and every step through the city seems wrapped in a quiet anticipation of Christmas. Wandering through the streets before the holidays, bundled in layers and slowing my pace, Porto revealed a mo…
It’s been one month since I arrived in Porto — and somehow, it already feels like home. The city greets me each morning with the scent of fresh coffee and the echo of church bells over the Douro. There’s something timeless in its rhythm, where tiled façades reflect golden light and every corner seems to whisper a story. Porto’s beauty isn’t loud — it’s quiet, deliberate, and effortlessly poetic.
