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La FlâneuZe - A path to curious exploring

La FlâneuZe - A path to curious exploring

THE CURIOSITY RESET

The Path of no destination

The roadmap

1- La FlâneuZe - who is she
2- La FlâneuZe - philosophy
3- La FlâneuZe - wanders Belgium
3- La FlâneuZe - wanders Italy
3- La FlâneuZe - wanders Morocco

Silent steps in the beguinage.

3- La FlâneuZe - wanders Belgium Marlene Pauly 8/24/26 3- La FlâneuZe - wanders Belgium Marlene Pauly 8/24/26

Silent steps in the beguinage.

Silent steps

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Her days in Flanders always take her back …
Places that seem to know how to carry eternity in silence and grandeur…

A snippet out of what you can find in this week’s story on the blog.
(see link in bio)

…their days,
shape

And then I thought… let’s do something out of love for this small community…
A year in Castello.
A wonderful monthly reminder to times gone by.
Childhood memories.
Acceptance of change.
But always with the love for what
Was
Is
Wil

Something deep inside her always stirred
when the winding road descended
towards
yet another village by the sea…

Read on
(top Link in bio)
or on my website ( see first comment)

I’m excited with this new opportunity to spark your curio

While the square seemed frozen
between
day and night,

the sun drifted off to new horizons, welcomed
by people just waking up.

The stars
not yet awake.

This darkness revealed more
than any colour ever could:
that another realm was
only a thou

La FlâneuZe

part 3 - Moments Out of Time

There are moments when time quietly steps aside.
When I paint, write,
I often feel as though I have been away for an entire day.
So much has happened in my inner world. Colours have changed.
Ideas h

It’s silent here,
but,
that’s just how it looks on the surface.

Because,
under the cover of the visible
Silent moments are coming together.

Summer might be hot
but
The soul of
‘A year in Marrakech’

is being created right

I, La FlâneuZe — Part II

The Quiet Protagonists

Every place has its protagonists.
That central object that everyone comes to look at.
Most people look for the obvious ones.

The famous building.
The celebrated painting.
The postcard vie

Even though she was in Italy,
She had been realising over time that while she was wondering she drifted off to the starfilled skies of Morocco.
Her wondering was-
why wandering and wondering were only one vowel apart.

To her, indeed, they were on

As long as she could remember, there was something about wide, open views that felt…

calming,
liberating.

Standing still and observing,
sketching subtle lines onto paper,
capturing only the essence.

The gentle shades of ochre.

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