10 cities I want to live in all at the same time

Ever since I turned 18, I started travelling as much as my student budget could allow me. And I noticed that in every single travel I made, there was a regular pattern: I always end up thinking “I must live here forever.”


A very realistic thought, I grant you.

So here are 10 of the cities I would love to live in. I reduced the options here as I am only talking about cities I actually visited and I also took the decision to take out some obvious ones because who wants to read about how amazing the Big Apple is and how so romantic it is to stroll along the Seine river in Paris?

This ranking will obviously be a minefield of clichés as I haven’t experienced anything else but a touristy experience in most of those places, but here we go!

  1. Mexico City

I actually lived in Mexico City in 2012 and 2013. It is one of my favourite places in the world. A gigantic city that is constantly boiling with cultural events (it is the city with the most museums  in the world!), Mexico City offers an amazing lifestyle that cannot possibly have anyone bored. Both its size and the cohabitation of pre-hispanic, colonial and contemporary architectures make the city a beautiful and surreal chaos. And of course, its inhabitants the chilangos entice anybody to want to stick around a bit longer than the original plan.

2. Reykjavik

I have only been to Reykjavik a few days, but the Icelandic capital fascinated me. It is a tiny city and very little populated (121 000 inhabitants, a fair proportion of the country’s 329 000 inhabitants) right by the Atlantic ocean. The streets get crazily animated on weekend nights when the locals go out, and as a tourist I very much enjoyed all the cozy little cafés that sheltered my friends and I from the chilly Icelandic late Summer air. The tall bearded handsome Viking descendants chilling on terraces are also a major plus.

3. Rome

This one is a big cliché, but Rome is so beautiful I wanted to cry at every single corner of it when I was there. It also has that chaotic vibe that I find very appealing, with its lunatic drivers in narrow cobbled streets. The neighbourhood of the Trastevere, full of bars and restaurants, made me want to break into any of the appartments there and just settle down forever, because any Rome view is a glorious view. I am sure living there is a radically different experience than being a tourist, but I have always fancied Southern Europeans to be the best at living life.

4. Edinburgh

Edinburgh is the only place I visited in Scotland but I experienced aesthetical shocks after aesthetical shocks there. It might be dark and rainy most of the year, it only adds up to the Gothic charm of its massive grey stone buildings. There are lovely hikes to be made around the city, to reach Calton Hill or Arthur’s seat and have breath-taking views of the city. It also has great book shops, great beer and great cake – the holy trinity of happiness. It is overall a very inspiring city in which you’d like to eat warm soup and write short stories as a lifestyle.

5. Rennes

I lived in Rennes for three and a half scattered years as it is where my Alma Mater is. Appart from my home village, this is the place I have lived in for the longest time. So I don’t think I would live there again, but I sometimes wish I always had a foot there. Rennes is ridiculously charming. A student town, it has kept most of its medieval part intact which makes going out to the restaurant, the café, or – more commonly there – the bar, a very quaint experience. The music scene is also very much active in the Breton capital and nights out there are an absolute crazy delight. Because it is not so much of a touristy place in France, it has managed to keep its raw character.

6. Guanajuato

I visited Guanajuato for a couple of days less than a year ago, and I have never seen such a colourful place. It is probably one of the most gorgeous Mexican cities, with its colonial architecture and painted houses. It is full of students, wonderfully sunny, peaceful, luminous and there were art performances at all times on the streets. It felt like an ideal place.

7. Amsterdam

What made me want to live in Amsterdam when I visited it were the houses. The architecture is absolutely lovely and the whole place oozes cosiness. Everybody circulates in giant bicycles (I almost got run over by those on multiple occasions), they have incredible coffee places. As always, cake, beer, culture, book shops.

8. Pisa

I truly did not expect Pisa to be such a nice place where I would ever consider living, but when my friend and I spent a few days there, it was absolutely glorious. Beyond the leaning tower area and its whole lot of tourists, the city is beautiful and welcoming. However, we spent two whole days exclusively eating ice cream and smoking cigarettes while sitting on a bench, which might not be a very sustainable lifestyle.

9. Berkeley

I am saying Berkeley here because realistically, I will never ever afford to live in San Francisco.

10. New Orleans

The music! The marching bands! The overall chaos and the beauty of the city’s architecture made it really attractive to me. It is one of those very unique places in the United States with a strong identity of its own.


You can check my travel pictures here  so that you too can decide to live in 100 places at the same time.



Rant #2: On buying too many books and not reading them.

I have always thought that being a bookworm was the coolest thing. I always fancied well-read people as the most intelligent and interesting of all. I admire deeply those people who read more than a hundred books per year (do they ever sleep though?) and I always grow some irrational respect for somebody that name-drops a fancy obscure literary reference in the middle of a conversation. (I should not, these are horrible people)

Logically so, I strove hard to reach that bookworm status. Like those lost souls who buy glasses without correction in order to look like naughty scholars, I started to buy books rather compulsively when I started college and felt a growing satisfaction at the sight of these elegant hard copies of Proust, Brontës, Kerouac, Wilde or Cervantes progressively filling my shelves.

Prior to each purchase, I would project myself deep in love with my new book that I would – according to me – instantly devour. I could picture myself reading nonchalantly in the subway, on a park bench or nearby a fireplace wearing a robe with my initials embroidered (and smoking a pipe). In all those scenes I looked both naturally gorgeous and supremely intelligent. The reality of course was slightly different.

As a languages and literature undergrad student, I had assigned readings that were not as glamorous as my purchases, but they were my priority. However, as one knows from experience, the more pressing the priority, the more intense the urge to procrastinate.

This resulted in the creation of a reading list, or more concretely, of a reading pile on my night stand. At first it was a cute little pile of four or five books but then, as the years passed, it completely blew out of proportions. The pile became a full IKEA bookshelf from which I had barely read a third of the books. Even being abroad and fully aware of the incongruency of this binge buying, I still have about fifteen books on my shelf.

There are certain pleasant aesthetics that come with that ideal of being an avid reader. How many people (included myself) feel the urge to post well elaborated Instagram pictures of their reading (whether they are actually reading or not) ? We all know somebody who pretends he completely understands Joyce’s Ulysses and who lets you know it with a Nashville filter. We also all have that Facebook contact that constantly publishes quotes from authors they probably never read.

I don’t blame these people (I might just judge them very silently) as I am in no way better than them with my constant buying. But I took the resolution not to continue in that direction by actually reading in a more rigorous and constant manner. Because as pretty as an IKEA shelf filled with books might look, having no answer when a friend asks you how you liked Swan’s Way – that book that has been hanging out at your place for 7 years now – feels pretty ugly.

Rant #1: On language evolution

A few days ago, a polemic set the French internet ablaze. It wasn’t about the refugee crisis, nor was it about the drastic security measures that the government has implemented since the terrorist attacks of the 13th of November 2015.

The argument focused on a reform on French language that would see to the introduction of new options of spellings for 2400 French words. The unrest was embodied by the hashtag #JeSuisCirconflexe, an ironic wink to the worldwide famous #JeSuisCharlie.


This reform actually dates back from 1990 and stems from the Superior Council of the French Language. It was approved back then by the Académie française, a higher instance that has initiated and/or officialized the diverse evolutions of French language since its creation in 1635. The reform has been the center of the gossip these days because a textbook publishing house (Editions Belin) has decided to implement it.

Yes. 26 years later.

Broadly speaking, this text allows school textbooks to use two different spellings for 2400 words: the current spelling and a new one that is the result of an orthographic simplification coherent with the present times and uses of written French language.

Among those simplifications, the suppression of the use of the circumflex accent (^) when it does not affect semantics or pronunciation of words has been permitted. It is the case for most of the circumflex accents on the letters “u” and “i”.

Therefore, words like “entraîner” (= to train) can be written “entrainer” from now on. On the contrary, the circumflex accent on the word “mûr” (= ripe) won’t drop dead because it differentiates its meaning from the word “mur” (= wall).

However, it seems that a substantial part of the French Twitter community mistakenly understood that the reform was the death arrest of the circumflex accent and that it was bound to disappear forever. This misunderstanding gave birth to the aforementioned hashtag and to some salty statements from the social media users, whether they were civilians or politicians.

One of the most reoccuring arguments was that this was the beginning of the decline of holy French language; that by allowing such rectifications, we were giving in our precious language to the lack of culture of the plebeians. A lot of Twitter users blamed the government (who has no part in this whatsoever) for blowing a last stroke to our formerly glorious, radiant and garlicky country.

I can relate to the nostalgia that some people feel towards written language; there is something about conquering the absurdly illogical spelling rules of French. When the reform offers to write the word “oignon” (=onion) as “ognon“, there is a feeling close to  having made the learning effort in vain, not to mention that it is aesthetically jarring to see a very common word suddenly change its spelling.

But as a language learner, I have the strong conviction that languages are living entities meant to constantly evolve. History has proven it; from the mere origins of French language, which comes from a lower form of Latin spoken by the people, as opposed to classic Latin, used by the authority.

Even though the term “vulgarization” is often used in a derogatory fashion, I believe its core meaning to be profoundly positive: making knowledge – in this case, the command of the idiom – accessible to all.

Clinging to an eternally fixed version of French language is at most classist, if not absolutely absurd from a historical stance.