A late morning and Faroese legends

Today, I woke up late. Well, not exactly: I woke up early, but got up late. The nuance matters. I spent a couple of hours lying in the dark thinking about my latest readings, two books by Sylvain Tesson. And I did not think I would end up reading this book about Faroese legends, but there it is: it pulled me into its mythological world and carried me far away, into the heart of the traditions of the Faroe Islands.

Reading again

I got up with the gentle desire to read. I prepared a coffee calmly, took the time to grind the beans, heat the water, wait for it to flow, with that burning desire to feel it slide down my throat.

Then I remembered that a friend had lent me a book: Sagnir, Faroese legends. Rachel lent it to me because she knows my love for photography and mountains. So there I was, settled in, reading a few tales from the Faroe Islands and contemplating the photographs taken by Ophelie Giralt. Between love stories following the rhythm of the tides, blood pacts, the white and flowered grave of Sjurður… you will certainly find something there for you. Congratulations, Mrs. Giralt, for your beautiful project.

I will leave you with a few photographs of the book, borrowed from Camille Bourrier’s website and made by Ophelie herself.

You can get it here

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