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bonjour! On m'a dit que le visa était beaucoup moins cher si on le prenait à l'arrivée à Bali, mais je voudrais savoir si ça ne veut pas dire 3 heures de file d'attente et de nombreuses tracasseries administratives après 30 heures de voyages!!! Quelqu'un a-t-il eu une expérience comme ça? Que me conseillez-vous? J'attends vos réponses, Cécile

Voici les dernieres statts economiques d avril 2005.

La canasta familiar ( le panier de la menagere alimentaire et vestimentaire plus quelques services) est de 722, 65 ARS ( pesos ) par mois ( 200 EUR ) pour nourrir une famille de 4 personnes ( 2 adultes + 2 enfants ) . Sous ce seuil, une famille est considee comme pauvre.

Pour ce qui est de la canasta familiar alimentaria ( uniquement alimentaire ), en dessous de 352, 82 ARS par mois ( 92 EUR ), la famille est considee comme indigente.

Le prix de la canasta a baissé ce mois ci ( avril ) de - 0, 5 % ( alors que depuis 8 mois, l inflation avait ete forte )

D autre part sur le premier trismestre 2005 les salaires ( declarés, donc au blanc ) ont progresse de +6, 5 %. la moyenne des salaires des nouveaux emplois crées sont compris entre 750 et 900 ARS par mois .

Il y a donc une legere amelioration du niveau de vie des argentins les plus pauvres, mais sans aucun rapport avec l explosion a la chinoise du PIB du pays, de la reprise des industries et societes de service ( merci la delocalisation ) ............pourquoi payer un ouvrier de chez Peugeot Sochaux a 2000 Eur puisque sur l usine Peugeot Mercosur de Palomar dans la banlieue de Bsas, les 207, 307 etc fabriqués par des argentins au salaire de 700 pesos ( 180 euros ) sont les memes ........ ouvrez votre capot et regardez bien le moteur de votre Peugeot en France ......il y a peut etre le label "industria Argentina" dessus !

En tout cas, quand une usine ferme en Europe, une autre ouvre a Buenos Aires !

Savez vous, que la biere Stella Artois vient d ouvrir une usine a Buenos Aires ! Tout comme Ferrero et ses oeufs Kinder et autres rochers en chocolat !............... Quand je vois que certains modele Adidas, Puma et Nike sont fabriqués maintenant ( depuis peu ) a Buenos Aires ..... a se demander si l Argentine et le Bresil arrivent meme a prendre des parts de marché aux chinois ! A ce sujet, tous les celulaires ( GSM ) de toutes marques ( Erikson-Sony, et meme Alcatel ) vendus ici sont fabriques au Bresil . Meme Sony ( j ai bien verifié) fait construire ses televiseurs en Patagonie ! ( pas d impots sur le revenu en Patagonie ! ).

A 60 pesos l Adidas bresilienne ( 15 euros ) ...etonnant non de trouver les memes au forum des halles a Paris a un autre prix ?

A ce sujet, un rapide coup d'oeuil sur le site d Adidas ne renseigen en rien sur les lieux de production de leur produits, en fait toute la production est sous traité. il faut eplucher pour trouver un sous traitant . A Buenos Aires, en voila un :

En France, on parle maintenant d economie partagée, ben justement rien ne vaut la delocalisation pour aider les pauvres.......ca c'est le partage : le boulot ici, et les chomeurs en Europe .... d'un cote les travailleurs avec salaire en pesos, et de l autre les chomeurs payé en euros a ne rien faire !

URGENT : A ce sujet chez Sport Tech a Buenos Aires pour Adidas on cherche des couturieres :

Se necesitan COSTURERAS/OS Con experiencia en máquinas overlock, recta, tapa costura. Posibilidad de Horas Extras. Comedor en Planta. Excelente ambiente laboral.

Faites passer des fois que quelqu'un veulent se faire "delocaliser" ! Et puis voila un nouveau type de tourisme, le tourisme economique !

Plus interressant que d'aller voir le Caminito ! Sport tech ca c est le Buenos Aires Typique !

A bientot !

Herge !

Bonjour à tous,

je pars cet été 5-6 semaines en CC vers le Danemark, Norvège et Suède avec homme et petite fille de 1 an; j'ai regardé pas mal de carnets de voyageurs et de sites de camping mais je voudrais avoir des conseils: si certains parmi vous connaissent des coins sympas pour s'arrêter pour la nuit, je suis preneuse...

Merci d'avance et à bientôt.

Louise

Bonjour a tous ..... Dimanche matin, sur la route de Sucre ( il n y a plus de service de bus ), 1000 camions bloqués a Sucre.

Pour quoi tant de probleme et tant de violence en Bolivie ? Simple ? Non, la Bolivie est le pays le plus pauvre de toute l'Amerique mais pourtant la Bolivie est aussi un pays d'une richesse incalculable tant dans le domaine du gaz que dans le secteur minier.

A la Paz, on vous servira dans une assiette en aluminium un "pollo dorado" pour 6 bolivianos ( 1 USD ) . Pourtant ce que gagnera le dueño du boui-boui lui servira a peine pour s'acheter ses bombones de gaz qui lui coute 22, 5 bolivianos et qu'il aura vidé en 3 jours. La Bolivie c'est la deuxieme réserve de gaz de l'Amerique du sud et pourtant faire cuire ses oeufs est devenu un luxe !

La Bolivie est le pays le plus pauvre de toute l Amerique, avec ses 9 millions d habitants dont les 70 % vivent en dessous du seuil de la misere. Pourtant la vente des reserves de gaz pourrait la convertir avec une population aussi basse en un Koweit sud americain avec un PNB par habitant superieur aux pays europeens.

D'apres l'analyste Cayetano Llovet, "Mesa s'appuit sur un modele politique depassé. Mais maintenant rentrent dans le jeux de nouveaux acteurs politiques qui jusqu'a present n'etaient pas arrives a se faire entendre". D'autre part le sociologue de la Paz, Alvaro García Linera analyse la pauvreté dans laquelle vit le pays comme consequence de la structure politique du pays. Aujourd hui cette structure est remise en doute.

D'apres García Linera, aujourd'hui la pays suit cette " logique d'enclave coloniale mise en place du temps de la presence espagnole " Autrefois le pays etait pille par les espagnols ...or, pierres precieuses, minerais, argent...... maintenant c est le pillage du gaz par des multinationales ..

En 1924, l'americaine Standard Oil découvre la premiere réserve en Bolivie mais décide "d'oublier d'informer" le gouvernement bolivien et commence a exporter sans payer aucune taxe. En 1937, la Standard Oil est expulsé, Le gouvernement étatise les puits et les terrains et crée les "Yacimientos Petrolíferos Fiscales Bolivianos". Mais dans les annees 90 le president Gonzalo Sánchez de Lozada ferme les YPFB et offre de nouveau les puits a des compagnies privees etrangeres. Les benefices du gazoduc qui exporte le gaz au Bresil ont ete uniquement pour la compagnie Enron des EEUU. ( super bonne compagnie qui a fait la une avec sa faillite frauduleuse). A cette epoque le négoce de l'export du petrole laisse a peine un dollar a l'état pour 24 dollars qui sont laissés a l'entreprise exportatrice.

D'autres compagnies petrolieres decouvrent ensuite dans ces annees 90 des poches de gaz dans le sud du pays qui font passer les reserves de 5 a 52 millions de pieds cubiques. Mais la situation du bolivien et de la bolivienne ne change pas pour autant.

A Tarija, ( allez y voir ) ou se concentrent les 85% des reserves de gaz du pays, les milliers de personnes qui y vivent continuent toujours a aller chercher du bois pour cuisiner et chauffer leurs taudis. De meme, depuis la privatisation de l'eau, l utilisation et la consommation de l'eau potable a la maison est devenu quelque chose de luxueux et au dessus des moyens de la grande majorite de la population. Sixto Pati Pérez, cordonier a El Alto a du payer 450 USD pour l installation de l eau chez lui ... ( il gagne 2 USD par jour ! ) ...

Ah j'oubliais de dire que la compagnie de distribution de l eau a été vendu a Suez-Lyonnaise des Eaux....cette societe est tres appreciée ici, vous pouvez vous imaginer a quelle point !

La situation bolivienne est compliquée et l'ultraliberalisme partiquée depuis 18 ans n'a rien résolu, bien au contraire..... qui a raison ? personne ou plutot c'est une sucession d'erreurs depuis des annees, une corruption a pouvoir la faire figurer dans le guiness....des conflits d'interets, entre indigenes, entre narcotraficants profitant de la vacance du pouvoir et de l Etat dans la province de Santa Cruz pour en faire leur domaine...et s'occupant aujourd'hui de tout, de donner du travail jusqu'a résoudre les problemes sociaux de cette province.

Qui est le "mechant" dans l affaire ? tout le monde et personne a la fois, le president Mesa en poste ? elu par les siens, est il corrompu ? en tout cas bien moins que ces predecesseurs ? les narcos qui font du negoce et qui sort de la pauvrete leur province mais qui transforme tous leurs paysans en cocaleros ? Les syndicaliste routiers: les camioneros qui profite du bazar pour revendiquer leurs droits ? Les Multinationales y compris Suez, qui profitent de la faiblesse du pouvoir pour pouvoir en faire profiter leurs actionnaires et permettre a leurs societes de pouvoir acheter d'autres societes dans le tiers monde ?

A vous de repondre ! En tout cas, en ce moment la Bolivie Change ! en bien ou en mal ? je ne sais pas, mais en tout ca elle change en autre chose !

Ce soir (dimanche) a 19h00, allocution du president a la television ...nous nous dirigeons vers une preuve de force, si le president demande a l'armee de débloquer les routes ca peut tres mal tourner.

A bientot !

Herge !

🙁Je rentre de las galeras du casa marina bay en tout inclus ou tout c'est tres bien passé.Le "MAIS" ce sont certains comportements en particuler des français qui m'ont choqué .A L'appui 2 exemples le premier : un matin au petit dej, qui est tres copieux il y absolument de tout, j'ai vu des personnes demander du papier aluminium aux employés du restaurant et se charger en nourriture car ils allaient pique niquer sur une plage autre que celle de l'hotel .je voudrais dire a ce genre de personne que quand on va dans un pays aussi magnifique avec des gens aussi accueillants ayant des revenus bien inferieurs aux notres la moindre des choses serait de leur laisser de l'argent en mangeant aux restos ou en achetant dans les epiceries leur pique nique.Le deuxieme exemple c'est a propos des pourboires les guides conseillent de laisser 100 pesos(3euros) ce qui represente un bon pourboire vu que le salaire moyen est d environs 150 dollars et la on commente en estimant que c'est vraiment beaucoup trop .Excusez moi mais je trouve ça vraiment désolant.pour ma part j'ai souvent mange dans les restos dominicains ou j'ai tres bien mange et j'ai laisse des pourboires superieur a 100 pesos et je vous rassure je ne roule pas sur l'or mais quand je pars en vacances vu que je profite du soleil et des plages des autres j'essaye au moins d'apporter un petit quelque chose.Alors a bon entendeur hasta la vista.😉

Bonjour, j'ai un neveu mexicain de 17 ans qui souhaite venir en France ou en Belgique dans ma famille pour 6 mois afin d'apprendre le français. Sachant que les demandes de visa sont particulièrement longues, savez vous si il est possible, sachant que les mexicains ont droit à un visa temporaire de 90 jours de quitter l'espace schengen (ou l'union européenne), puis de revenir afin d'avoir un nouveau visa de 90 jours ??

Enfin savez vous si les autorités sont moins "strictes" en Belgique qu'en France ?

Merci de votre aide.

Allez Tertoutes! 🙂 Une nouvelle rasade de : vos plus beaux ... clichés de monuments cette fois; Les façades, les vielles pierres, les temples ...Qui vont ont émerveillés. Je débute avec une sélection purement "azura" 😏

Bonjour ! j'aimerais partir en inde cet hiver avec ma ptite puce qui aura alors 18 mois... je m'inquiète un peu pour l'hygiène et l'alimentation... car mon bébé ne sera alors plus au sein (comment faire pour le lait, les légumes, les couches ?) quels conseils pouvez vous me donner ? avez vous déjà voyagé en inde avec un bébé ? merci beaucoup de m'aider !

Je reve de Maroc !!!

Je compte partir un mois, et descendre en van avec une copine. J'en entends des vertes et des pas mures, qu'il s'agisse de sécurité lorsqu'on est que des gazelles ou de soucis technico-mecaniques pour un van sur les routes marocaines...

Je ne sais pas bien non plus quel budget est à envisager, s'il est facile de revendre des camionnettes sur place... et tant d'autres détails qui m'echappent !

Si quelqu'un a vécu des expériences similaires, je suis à l'écoute !!!

merci

Bonjour,

J'envisage de partir en Italie une semaine en août, mais le prix des circuits est très élevé.

Quelqu'un pourrait-il me faire part de ses bons plans? Les villes et sites, musées, etc, à visiter absolument, un plan de route, les hôtels clean pas chers dans chaque ville visitée, où danser, où bien manger...

Merci d'avance.

Coco

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I inherited my love of travel from my parents and some of my grandparents. A strong passion, but one that was unfortunately limited by our family’s modest resources. Back then, living in northern Alsace, a simple trip to the southern part of the region—with the Wine Route as our destination—felt like an extraordinary journey to a land of plenty for the little boy I was in the late 60s and early 70s. Everything seemed so huge when you were still just a kid. Back then, I was overwhelmed by countless sensations—I was already highly sensitive, with a keen mind and a nose and taste buds that were developing like a pro’s. Which, as I’d later realize, wasn’t always an advantage.



Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior. Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust... What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.



Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.

After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold? And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs. The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.

Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!

That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos. When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.

Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.



The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.

Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams. The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*

Hello 🙂

I should be serving a warming drink to the participants in the discussion about gardens and parks that provide us with beautiful photos, I could mention the delicious buttery scent wafting from bakeries in the thread about returning to France, but my heart, its powerful pulse that nourishes my entire being, is elsewhere.

Dasht-e Lut, Yazd, Esfahan, Bam, Kerman, Qeshm, Hormuz—a melody, a prayer at the heart of desire.

A dream, an unattainable fantasy? No. Not anymore. A very serious Italian travel agency is organizing this trip for 6 people this winter. I’m signed up, I’m going, I’m living. Maybe.

"But you’re completely crazy!!!!"

I know... I know that every civilization, every society has a vital need to create scapegoats to define and justify itself, pathetically. And Iran is one of them, top of the list. I laugh or sigh, and it doesn’t bother me.

But that unchanging red, deep red and garnet, so beautiful in itself, in all the Western chancelleries repeats, whispers, shouts: don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, you’re putting yourself in danger and we can’t do anything for you. You’ll be turned into mere bargaining chips, into arguments for endless negotiations. Fear must be instilled, its power absolutely preserved, no concessions made to the enemy. The information (how many French hostages, real or fake, compared to the number of travelers?) is always lacking.

Traveling becomes a merciless confrontation between desire, the vital pulse, and anxiety, its ghosts.

Catherine

Here’s the theme for the lovely month of May—no worries, it won’t be lilies of the valley! 😄

This month’s theme is: “Reflection(s)” This leaves a pretty wide scope: reflections in water, of course, but also in windows, on buildings... I’ll leave it to your imagination, but the reflection should be clearly visible.

If this theme has been used before, it doesn’t matter. It’s getting tricky to find new themes that can attract as many participants as possible.

I’m currently in northern Finland and don’t have access to my hard drives, so I’ll add a few photos when I return to France. Here’s just one I took with my smartphone yesterday late afternoon:



Practical details:

Participation: Each VF member can submit up to 3 photos, until Monday, May 26 at 11:59 PM Paris time. Each photo must be posted in a separate message, with its number (1, 2, or 3). Don’t forget to add a little explanation (comment, location, etc.).

Voting: Each VF member can vote for the 3 photos they consider the best, based on their own criteria and the theme.

Voting will take place from Tuesday, May 27 to Saturday, May 31 at 11:59 PM Paris time.

The selected photos will be ranked in order of preference: - 1st photo: 3 points - 2nd: 2 points - 3rd: 1 point

The winner is the author of the photo with the most points.

Results will be published on June 1. In case of a tie, the number of first-place votes will decide. The winner will have the honor of organizing the June 2025 contest.

Photos that have already been nominated (1st, 2nd, or 3rd) in another contest are not eligible for this one.

This thread is exclusively for photos submitted to the contest. Any discussions or comments should be posted in the following thread: https://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=10707526;a=10707526

Hi there, could you please share your feedback on renting a 4x4 for a 21-day self-drive trip in Uganda? Thanks

Hello fellow cycle-tourers! First post on this site for our first big family cycling adventure with our two teens (12 and 16 years old) over 2 months. We're preparing to leave in June/July from Erdeven by bike, then take the train from Auray to Paris, followed by a FlixBus from Paris to Copenhagen with our 4 bikes. After that, we're looking to refine our route: Should we go to Sweden via Helsingborg and then head up to Stockholm along the west or east coast? Maybe passing through the Gotland islands, then via the Åland Islands, why not Turku? Then off to Estonia to Tallinn, ride a bit along the coast, and return by bus if we can find one that takes 4 bikes. :))

Could you share any tips on routes in Sweden: west coast or east coast to prioritize in the south? We’ve heard it’s a shame not to go up to Norway, but we’re worried about the elevation and don’t see how to make a loop work in our 2 months / 1500 km. Any ideas? And the southern Finnish coast: should we go all the way to Helsinki or not? Maybe at the expense of Estonia?

In short, we know choosing means giving something up, but if we can do it with advice from fellow cyclists, that would be amazing! Thanks in advance for your tips! Anne-Sophie and the whole Breton family: David, Axel, and Maude

Here’s a little story about my first trip to Japan with my partner. We went for our first visit from October 29 to November 13, 2024.

I had planned this entire trip back in November 2020, but given the health situation at the time, I had to cancel...

Here’s the classic route we took:

We booked everything ourselves and got a regional pass for the area from Kyoto to Hiroshima. The hotels were reserved 3 months in advance on Book... and Agod... (1030 € for 2 people for 13 nights = 80 €/night). For the flight, we chose a Qatar Airways flight with a layover to break up the long journey (950 € per person). We also got a pass on the same site (Japan-Experience) to take the train connecting Narita Airport to Shibuya Station (the N'EX Narita Express). Since the airport is 75 km from central Tokyo, we opted for this mode of transport, even though there are cheaper alternatives. After reading various posts on VoyageForum, I understood how important it was to have a Welcome Suica card to pay for public transport (subway, tram, bus, boat throughout the country), and we were able to buy one at Narita Airport. It turned out to be super useful! After a long but smooth journey, we found ourselves at Narita Airport in the evening. Even though we had a pass for the Narita Express, we had to go to a counter to make a reservation for the train (mandatory). Then, once we arrived at Shibuya Station, we took the subway for 2 stops and finally reached our hotel, exhausted (Hotel Asia Center of Japan – 270 € for 3 nights with breakfast included).

Here are the dates for some of the most beautiful Christmas markets in Europe in 2024 (not an exhaustive list): 🎄🎁❄️

🇩🇪 Berlin (Gendarmenmarkt), Germany - 25 November to 31 December 🇸🇰 Bratislava, Slovakia - 21 November to 6 January 🇧🇪 Bruges, Belgium - 22 November to 5 January 🇧🇪 Brussels, Belgium - 29 November to 5 January 🇭🇺 Budapest, Hungary - 15 November to 1 January 🇩🇪 Cologne, Germany - 18 November to 23 December 🇫🇷 Colmar, France - 26 November to 29 December 🇩🇰 Copenhagen (Tivoli Gardens), Denmark - 16 November to 2 January 🇵🇱 Krakow, Poland - 29 November to 26 December 🇷🇴 Craiova, Romania - 15 November to 5 January 🇩🇪 Dresden (Striezelmarkt), Germany - 27 November to 24 December 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Edinburgh, Scotland - 15 November to 4 January 🇸🇪 Gothenburg (Liseberg), Sweden - 16 November to 30 December 🇩🇪 Hamburg, Germany - 13 November to 29 December 🇫🇮 Helsinki, Finland - 1 December to 22 December 🇫🇷 Le Barcarès, France - 16 November to 5 January 🇧🇪 Liège, Belgium - 29 November to 30 December 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 London (Hyde Park), England - 21 November to 5 January 🇱🇺 Luxembourg City, Luxembourg - 23 November to 24 December 🇵🇹 Madeira, Portugal - 1 December to 5 January 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 Manchester, England - 8 November to 22 December 🇫🇷 Metz, France - 24 November to 30 December 🇫🇷 Montbéliard, France - 23 November to 24 December 🇫🇷 Mulhouse, France - 22 November to 23 December 🇩🇪 Munich, Germany - 25 November to 24 December 🇩🇪 Nuremberg, Germany - 29 November to 24 December 🇵🇱 Poznan, Poland - 19 November to 23 December 🇨🇿 Prague, Czech Republic - 30 November to 6 January 🇱🇻 Riga, Latvia - 29 November to 2 January 🇫🇮 Rovaniemi, Finland - 30 November to 22 December 🇸🇪 Stockholm (Skansen), Sweden - 30 November to 23 December 🇫🇷 Strasbourg, France - 27 November to 27 December 🇪🇪 Tallinn, Estonia - 22 November to 27 December 🇳🇱 Valkenburg, Netherlands - 16 November to 29 December 🇵🇱 Warsaw, Poland - 29 November to 6 January 🇦🇹 Vienna, Austria - 13 November to 23 December 🇵🇱 Wroclaw, Poland - 29 November to 7 January 🇨🇭 Zurich, Switzerland - 23 November to 24 December

Feel free to suggest other beautiful Christmas markets in Europe with their 2024 dates!

A turbulent period came to an end around 2022.

Many of us have returned to big trips after making only very small ones—or none at all. For a little anecdote, my dentist told me that due to the lack of travel, a lot of clients treated themselves to implants they would’ve otherwise skipped. The joy of traveling again probably gave some vacationers smiles they hadn’t dared to show before!

Here, you can share what’s on your mind: Have these new, real trips disappointed you, rejuvenated you, or just relieved a long frustration?

For my part, not being so young anymore, there was definitely relief but no explosion of joy. I just had the feeling of picking up the thread of life after a foggy pause, with the bitter taste that 2 or 3 years of my life had been partly stolen from me.