Tatjana BuissonPart 4 The questThe sun had yet to rise and I was heading up the road with my car to catch the top of the Montsegur ruins at sunrise without anyone else…Jun 19, 2023Jun 19, 2023
Tatjana BuissonPart 2: Return to the questTen days before my return to France my anxiety started to wake me up at 4:45 in morning. My only real reference for this kind of rude…Jun 12, 2023Jun 12, 2023
Tatjana BuissonPart 1 - A glimpse of the questOn the 23rd March, 23 I landed in Marseille with three bags: one packed with my art materials: oil paints, paper, watercolour, brushes, ink…Jun 9, 2023Jun 9, 2023
Tatjana BuissonStepping beyond the edge of the comfort zoneHeart-palpitations greet me before I've mustered up the courage to open one eye to expose it to the blinding phone-screen to see what time…Jun 7, 2023Jun 7, 2023
Tatjana BuissonWhy the French are so rude.I met a delightful woman on one of my recent expat hikes in a neighbouring forest. She had worked in the tourism industry in the UAE for a…May 13, 2022May 13, 2022
Tatjana BuissonSharpI was at my laptop getting along with my graphic design job when the doorbell rang twice in rapid succession.May 12, 2022May 12, 2022
Tatjana BuissonHarvesting VentouxFor years I’d been cycling through oceans of vines with travellers during harvest season. At the time I spent European summers working as a…Nov 12, 20213Nov 12, 20213
Tatjana BuissonIn pursuit of the ultimate lifestyleI’m sitting on the very soft couch of my current apartment in a small town in the south of France, sipping on a cup of freshly brewed…Mar 1, 2018Mar 1, 2018
Tatjana BuissonJust meditate.I’m becoming increasingly aware of how volatile the human ego can be. To the extent that I sometimes prefer to spend time in the company of…Feb 8, 2018Feb 8, 2018