It was a cold dry evening when a woman on the otherside of the phonecall said the words that would challenge me and show me the France I had wished for. "Rather than shooting whats around you, maybe it's time to travel far" she said, like India to London wasn't enough. Well she had a point though.
Surrounded by white walls in the largest city of the ceremonial county of Hampshire, boredom had found its way to my routine. Waking up at 5 a.m. and knocking myself out by 11 p.m. with an episode of "Friends", had my brain sore.
She was right. And so it began,a week of amatuer planning and a one way ticket to France. This would be the best days of my monochromatic life.
A sight worth a thousand steps. This series of images is credited to those people who let me climb their terraces, to those treks under the scorching sun and also to those spontaneous perspective shifts that quite literally would've been impossible without.
The Corsica I never saw. It was amidst the crowd wearing hats, glasses and for some odd reason hiking poles, that you notice a fresh path. A path that made sense only beause that compass I bought from the stationary shop points in the direction away from the vacation couples. The path with fresh green leaves that crunched to every step I took and the sand that sank from its even wet form. It was this path that made me see what the magazines, television and the internet could never show.