Because of my gypsy nature I have always been fascinated by the desert. I have just met in Beer Sheva the artist and filmmaker Joseph Dadoune who over several cups of a warm mint tea presented to me a stunning project taking place in the Ofaquim desert involving a local comunity. ” You must be part of this Joelle ! ” He says.

At the age of 6, my parents left me in the lobby of the Haifa Dan Panorama hotel for a little more than an hour, and I needed some time alone …When they came back they found me at the trendy bar recomposed having a cocktail side by side with Omar Sharif.

Every time I stroll around the narrow streets of the Old City I can’t avoid stopping in one of my favorite antique shops in the world. Hamsas, Amber, semiprecious stones and impressive Judaica blow my mind and wallet simultaneously.

This city’s name is spelled so many different ways –Tzefiya, Safad, Zefat, Sefad. A rather small town located in Northern Israel, 900 meters above sea level in the mountains of the Upper Galilee, it commands magnificent views east to the Golan. If you see any of these on your itinerary, (for long a well kept secret even to most Israelis) it’s a place you’ll want to visit.

India is a mosaic of different religions varying from the ancient animistic beliefs of the tribal communities to the rigid orthodoxies of the Hindu caste system. I wandered through different degrees of spiritual energies, absorbing openhearted all that surrounded me with great passion and an observer’s devotion.

Vivaha or traditional marriage in India, becomes for a man an important institution, a bonding with his partner not only in this lifetime but, supporting the Hindu belief of reincarnation, in all lives thereafter. I run in the direction of what is going to be the most incredible experience I have ever lived in the last few years…

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My body aches, I am a wreck and still terribly jet lagged. Moreover, I need a suntan and I honestly could do a break from the city traffic, holy cows, and dust. I decide to have a look at the Oberoi’s recently renovated magnificent Spa.

This grand Mosque built in 1695 by the emperor Shah Jahan on a natural rocky outcrop, took six years and 5,000 workmen to construct at a cost of nearly a million rupees. It accommodates up to 20,000 people at prayer times especially during Friday prayers and on Eid, it looks like a sea of worshipers. Barefoot, I am climbing my way up to one of its minarets.

One night in Delhi has passed and I am feeling like I am missing something extremely important. Whenever I close my eyes and concentrate on the city’s energy, I can’t avoid connecting with a certain elegance present in its austerity, discipline and asceticism.