Mathilde

Rédactrice, grande organisatrice et réseau socialite du Blog de Mathilde. Quand je ne suis pas devant un écran, j’organise des visites guidées de Boston, là où j’ai fondé ma petite entreprise Boston le nez en l’air. Je suis aussi auteure de nombreux guides de voyages, de livres de yoga et de jeux chez des éditeurs français. Suivez-moi sur Instagram, Facebook ou Pinterest.

Miami Design District

Miami Design District is located north to Miami downtown. First of all: it’s a very small district! A few blocks, a few streets very neat – maybe too much, which a lot of policeman biking around

Tropical exile in the Florida Keys

Sunday night, in my motel room close to a big highway. I spent a few days in the Keys, a bunch of islands in southern Florida, linked together by a long road, sometimes spectacular, and sometimes very

Let’s go to Florida!

I flew this morning for Miami, Florida, and it’s the first stop of a trip solo, for work!

Why do I blog?

In November 2011 I opened this blog. I was leaving for America in a few weeks and had nothing else to do beside wait – in addition to quitting my job, getting married, getting rid of my

10 French words used in English

I ask a few friends to explain me the meaning of French words used in English, such as crème de la crème, blasé, touché… They gave me their own explanations based on their own experience.

New blog!

We’ve changed the layout of the blog! The blog is 2-year old, and we wanted some changes. Here you go. It’s still a work-in-progress, so let us know if you find some bugs. Anyway, this

Saint Patrick’s Day in South Boston

Saint Patrick’s Day is a big thing here in Boston, where everyone finds that he or she  has deep Irish roots. It’s even more true in South Boston, Southie. We were invited to a brunch with

An afternoon at the MassMOCA

Last weekend felt like spring – New England style, so still pretty chilly. We rented a car and we headed west, in the Berkshires. It’s been a while that I wanted to go to the

Snow, snow, snow

Well, well, well, pictures of snow. Again. Winter is the longest season in Boston. Even if last weekend looked like spring, I wasn’t fooled by this, and kept my snow tied to my feet. I