When I was young the New Trolls band sang:


" I saw the sunrise above the ice lands of Thule, I saw the golden reflections on the mosques, the high waves of Guascogna, the white sharks, the tukuls, the rich people   houses and I cried ".






This lines has been with me for thirty year, while travelling. They have been my program, my itinerary. I visited nearly all the places in the song even those in the second verse. I have not visited the ice lands of Thule yet but I still have a lot of time for this.

I did not cry, on the contrary, I enjoyed myself. The trips have transformed my life into a marvellous adventure: I have a lot of fantastic memories and I have made a lot of friends.

I would like to dedicate this photographic story to my father, a true great traveller who left us during the good times. He liked taking photos, he organised projections and mounted videos just like me. He wanted to discover things, meet people, understand just like me.

A part of him is still travelling in me and will continue to do so. At least for the next thirty years.