San Miguel de Allende - 2
This influx of Americans had almost ruined our little breakfast under the arches of the main square (coffee + huevos rancheros for 200 pesos). A few minutes wandering around the center and we’re back in good spirits. The colors red, ochre, and pink dominate, the streets are covered in cobblestones or large flat stones. Spotless cleanliness, as always. Around noon, we ate two dishes with half a liter of fresh orange juice at a snack bar on Collegio Street, right next to Plaza de la Soledad (150 pesos).
Speaking of Americans, we got in touch with some friends who are also American and live in San Miguel. Not all Americans are unbearable, of course! Our friends arranged to meet us in the evening on the Rosewood’s terrace. It’s a "classy" hotel located a bit outside the city center, which, given San Miguel’s size, is really only about a ten-minute walk from the main square. Since we had plenty of time, we took a little detour through Benito Juárez Park. A very pleasant spot, shaded and wooded, where people come to play, jog, picnic, sit on a bench ("thousands of them…", remember?), read a book, etc.
I recommend checking out the Rosewood—it’s a magnificent building with an original architecture I’d describe as Italian-inspired. Inside, a large circular hall features several high-quality works of art that are worth the detour. It’s almost like a museum! That’s where our friends were waiting for us.
There were a lot of people on the terrace ("rooftop"), but we found a good spot. After the usual small talk, we went to take some photos because the view was simply stunning. The warm colors of late afternoon, the red-tiled roofs, the pine trees piercing the greenery, the churches standing out in the background—it all felt very Mediterranean. Again, Italy came to mind.
Our friends took us to another "cantina", El Manantial, at the corner of Huertas and El Chorro. It would’ve only taken 10 minutes to walk there, but our friends insisted on taking a taxi (they *are* American, after all!). We tried one of the house specialties, ginger margaritas. Not bad, but Y and I agreed: we prefer classic margaritas. Since we’d only nibbled on appetizers at the Rosewood’s terrace, we ordered food. For four people, the bill came to the highest amount we’d seen during our six weeks in Mexico: 800 pesos (40 €). But that was for four.
The next day, following our friends’ advice, we took a local bus, a "camión", on Calzada de la Luz, at the end of Calle Relox. Destination: Atotonilco, about twenty kilometers away. It’s a village of fewer than a thousand people, famous for its church (and what else, we’re in Mexico!). The Santuario de Jesús Nazareno is a UNESCO World Heritage Site for its Baroque architecture and decoration (dating back to the 18th century). For Mexicans, it’s also a spiritual landmark: during Mexico’s War of Independence, Father Miguel Hidalgo took up the banner of the Virgin of Guadalupe to lead the insurgent army.
It’s nice, but we were a little disappointed by the naivety of the interior after all the wonders we’d seen in Querétaro and San Miguel. From the outside, it looks very "Mexican": bright sun, white and ochre colors, paved road… Oh, and public benches, of course!
Our American friends had raved about the charms of a spa just outside Atotonilco. "10 minutes on foot," the nuns running the café next to the church told us. It took us more than half an hour to reach Escondido Place under a sun that was gradually becoming relentless. We hugged the walls where there was a bit of vegetation. Still, it was pretty at times—check out these beautiful religious statues framed by tall cacti we came across along the way.
Entry to Escondido Place was 150 pesos each. Not cheap. Plus, we had to buy swimsuits. Not much choice in a tiny shop, and that’s how we ended up spending 1,000 pesos, even after a little haggling. We weren’t too tempted by the pool—the place was nice, but the water looked cold. And Y is really sensitive to the cold (she’s Thai). No problem, though—there were these "caves" with very hot water, naturally heated, if I understood correctly. The caves weren’t natural, though; they were built. Bare brick walls and vaults—it was quite pretty. We were almost alone enjoying the place. At the back, the water gushed out hot and in powerful jets. It was bliss to stand right in front and let it hit your face—like an intense massage. There was enough space to take a few strokes.
On the way back, which we were a little nervous about—it was almost 2 km and very hot—we were lucky enough to get a ride in a pickup truck. The driver must’ve been surprised when he realized we were foreigners! But it’s just one example among many of how kind the locals are.
In the "downtown" of Atotonilco (see the JPEG below), we had to wait a good half-hour for the "camión" that would take us back to San Miguel. We made a farmer’s day by buying his fruit. We paid 20 pesos for two delicious avocados—"there are millions of avocados in Mexico"—and 15 pesos for something weird but tasty called "camaca" if I remember correctly.
The "camión" literally took the scenic route back to San Miguel. There must’ve been about twenty teenagers on the bus, fresh out of school. The people’s features clearly showed the importance of indigena blood in the countryside. We passed through small roads in a few villages. The rural setting reminded me of Isaan, Y’s province in Thailand.
At the end of the day, we had a great meal at Café de la Parroquia. The place was nice, the service friendly, the food good, and the margaritas excellent. Y was happy—you can tell from the photo (though I’ve blurred her face for privacy). Out of our entire trip in Mexico, this was where we had our best margaritas. The ones at the "cantina 21 Única"—just a stone’s throw from Café de la Parroquia—were also fantastic.
Hi everyone,
I’m sharing a little recap of this new 4-week trip to China—nothing fancy, just my experience.
We’re taking advantage of the extended visa exemption to return to China for the 4th time. I loved last summer’s trip so much that I’m a bit worried about being disappointed this year. Plus, I’ve had a few hiccups before this departure: my WeChat account got blocked, and I couldn’t recover it (luckily, Alipay still works fine); I couldn’t verify my 12306 account for weeks; Trip.com failed to book our second train; and I’ve got an injury that’ll slow me down during the trip... Ugh, I hate starting a trip with these kinds of issues. Then, oh surprise! Just before leaving, my 12306 account got verified! Super easy to use from that point on—I could book a few train tickets without fees.
We’re sticking with Free’s e-SIMs, which work great in China.
August 2–3
Anyway, on the morning of August 2nd, we took the RER to CDG. As usual, we couldn’t check in online. It’s always a bit frustrating, especially since we didn’t have any checked luggage. We flew with Air China. We arrived at the check-in counter at 9:50 AM, 2 hours and 40 minutes before the flight. The line for our check-in stretched 300 meters across the airport in both directions. What a joke!! We spent 1 hour and 45 minutes in that line just to reach the counter and get our boarding passes. By then, it was 11:35 AM, and boarding had already started at 11:20 AM. The screens showed a 25-minute walk to our gate—on the other side of the airport, of course—plus we had to go through passport control and security... Long story short, the plane didn’t leave without us 🙂 We boarded among the last passengers, and we took off at 12:30 PM. We’d flown Air China four times before, but this time, it felt *really* low-cost. The check-in chaos, the cramped seats (12 seats per row), no music by artists known outside China, mediocre food, and a boarding area at Beijing Airport with only 10 seats—worthy of Ryanair or EasyJet. And yet, the price was sky-high. Again, D.’s vacation requests were denied outside of July and August, so we’re traveling from August 2nd to 30th. We couldn’t have picked a worse time for inflated prices, and with the situation in Iran, we got hit with a 390 € fuel surcharge. I’ve never paid so much for flights—I felt like I’d bought business class, but nope, far from it!!
We landed in Beijing around 4:15 AM. It was 28°C with thick fog. We drove and drove and drove for 20 minutes, as usual in Beijing. Then we went through a first check, a second check, a third check, and waited for our connecting flight at 6:40 AM. A small Airbus A320, but way more space than in the Boeing 777 from the first flight. We landed in Kunming, Yunnan, around 10:15 AM in the rain.
We headed to the subway. You can’t pay at the machines with Alipay here either, so we set up the transport QR code directly in Alipay to scan at the subway gates. The process is a bit long the first time if you haven’t entered your info before, but once it’s done, it’s *so* much easier! We took Line 6 to the terminus for 6 yuan each.
We’d booked a hotel nearby, on the 16th floor. It’s actually studios on different floors of a huge residential building. The view’s pretty nice from here. We settled in quickly—back to those wooden beds, or rather, mattresses as hard as wood, which we *hadn’t* missed... Then we went out for our first bowl of noodles of the trip and wandered through the shopping streets of the old town.

It was crowded, and the weather was cool—around 19–20°C. We tried a local specialty: milk skin, thick, dried, then grilled with rose jam. Yeah... we won’t be having that again. The taste and texture of the milk skin... no thanks.

We saw a lot of wild mushroom hotpot too. It’s on our list for later. We also passed through the Jinma and Biji gates, where I played with reflections in puddles. I *love* doing that 🙂

At the end of the day, we headed to a temple advertised as open 24/7 on Amap. Of course, when we got there, it was closed. We’ll go back tomorrow. That was the first of many disappointments with Amap this trip—I hadn’t had that issue on previous visits.
We were exhausted after that sleepless flight. Night was falling, and we decided to grab a quick bite without much appetite. We shared a delicious vegetable fried rice for 12 yuan—we even left half of it. The portions are *huge*.
After a couple of small purchases, we headed back at 9 PM, wiped out, after walking 17 km between the airports and these first steps in Kunming. I expected to see quite a few Western travelers here, but we didn’t spot a single one. Instead, we met lots of curious Chinese people, many of them super friendly and helpful—almost *too* eager, like when they’d run to serve us as fast as possible. It’s a bit much, but it’s great to be back!
I’m sharing a little recap of this new 4-week trip to China—nothing fancy, just my experience.
We’re taking advantage of the extended visa exemption to return to China for the 4th time. I loved last summer’s trip so much that I’m a bit worried about being disappointed this year. Plus, I’ve had a few hiccups before this departure: my WeChat account got blocked, and I couldn’t recover it (luckily, Alipay still works fine); I couldn’t verify my 12306 account for weeks; Trip.com failed to book our second train; and I’ve got an injury that’ll slow me down during the trip... Ugh, I hate starting a trip with these kinds of issues. Then, oh surprise! Just before leaving, my 12306 account got verified! Super easy to use from that point on—I could book a few train tickets without fees.
We’re sticking with Free’s e-SIMs, which work great in China.
August 2–3
Anyway, on the morning of August 2nd, we took the RER to CDG. As usual, we couldn’t check in online. It’s always a bit frustrating, especially since we didn’t have any checked luggage. We flew with Air China. We arrived at the check-in counter at 9:50 AM, 2 hours and 40 minutes before the flight. The line for our check-in stretched 300 meters across the airport in both directions. What a joke!! We spent 1 hour and 45 minutes in that line just to reach the counter and get our boarding passes. By then, it was 11:35 AM, and boarding had already started at 11:20 AM. The screens showed a 25-minute walk to our gate—on the other side of the airport, of course—plus we had to go through passport control and security... Long story short, the plane didn’t leave without us 🙂 We boarded among the last passengers, and we took off at 12:30 PM. We’d flown Air China four times before, but this time, it felt *really* low-cost. The check-in chaos, the cramped seats (12 seats per row), no music by artists known outside China, mediocre food, and a boarding area at Beijing Airport with only 10 seats—worthy of Ryanair or EasyJet. And yet, the price was sky-high. Again, D.’s vacation requests were denied outside of July and August, so we’re traveling from August 2nd to 30th. We couldn’t have picked a worse time for inflated prices, and with the situation in Iran, we got hit with a 390 € fuel surcharge. I’ve never paid so much for flights—I felt like I’d bought business class, but nope, far from it!!
We landed in Beijing around 4:15 AM. It was 28°C with thick fog. We drove and drove and drove for 20 minutes, as usual in Beijing. Then we went through a first check, a second check, a third check, and waited for our connecting flight at 6:40 AM. A small Airbus A320, but way more space than in the Boeing 777 from the first flight. We landed in Kunming, Yunnan, around 10:15 AM in the rain.
We headed to the subway. You can’t pay at the machines with Alipay here either, so we set up the transport QR code directly in Alipay to scan at the subway gates. The process is a bit long the first time if you haven’t entered your info before, but once it’s done, it’s *so* much easier! We took Line 6 to the terminus for 6 yuan each.
We’d booked a hotel nearby, on the 16th floor. It’s actually studios on different floors of a huge residential building. The view’s pretty nice from here. We settled in quickly—back to those wooden beds, or rather, mattresses as hard as wood, which we *hadn’t* missed... Then we went out for our first bowl of noodles of the trip and wandered through the shopping streets of the old town.

It was crowded, and the weather was cool—around 19–20°C. We tried a local specialty: milk skin, thick, dried, then grilled with rose jam. Yeah... we won’t be having that again. The taste and texture of the milk skin... no thanks.

We saw a lot of wild mushroom hotpot too. It’s on our list for later. We also passed through the Jinma and Biji gates, where I played with reflections in puddles. I *love* doing that 🙂

At the end of the day, we headed to a temple advertised as open 24/7 on Amap. Of course, when we got there, it was closed. We’ll go back tomorrow. That was the first of many disappointments with Amap this trip—I hadn’t had that issue on previous visits.
We were exhausted after that sleepless flight. Night was falling, and we decided to grab a quick bite without much appetite. We shared a delicious vegetable fried rice for 12 yuan—we even left half of it. The portions are *huge*.
After a couple of small purchases, we headed back at 9 PM, wiped out, after walking 17 km between the airports and these first steps in Kunming. I expected to see quite a few Western travelers here, but we didn’t spot a single one. Instead, we met lots of curious Chinese people, many of them super friendly and helpful—almost *too* eager, like when they’d run to serve us as fast as possible. It’s a bit much, but it’s great to be back!














































































When it comes to the Caribbean island of Saint-Martin, it's customary to praise its coastline and dreamy beaches—and they certainly deserve it.
But in this story, I’d like to highlight other memories, aspects, and impressions for a slightly different change of scenery.
Enjoy the read—some text and, above all, lots of photos.
« Byenveni sou zile Sen Maten! » (Welcome to the island of Saint-Martin)



















Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...



























Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.

Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads.
Transport: a rented Dacia.
Accommodations: small guesthouses.
The large solidified magma massifs that shape the heart of the island have created a large depression more protected from the sun at its center, allowing the growth of a vast laurel forest, today grouped within the Garajonay National Park, La Gomera’s green lung, which has earned it the status of a World Biosphere Reserve. Its completely European appearance contrasts sharply with the rocky and tropical landscapes of the rest of the island. Thus, the climate varies greatly from one point to another on the island: in summer, you can quickly go from a dry and sunny valley at 35°C to a humid forest area at altitude at 18°C.
A little sneak peek?







I’m inviting you on a stroll through my drawings—a completely subjective, far from exhaustive, and totally personal take, since it’s based on my own sketches. I put this travel journal together after returning in late 2024, mostly using felt-tip pens and pencils, with a few collages thrown in. I worked from our personal photos.
And in Kyoto, Nishiki Market:



2- Around San Pedro





