Written in October 2018 The botanic garden lies in the Parc de la Tête d’Or in the center of Lyon. The park covers 117 hectares, and the botanic garden only makes up a small portion of that – but the variety of trees, shrubs and water bodies in the rest of the park makes itContinue reading “Jardin botanique du Parc de la Tête d’Or”
Tag Archives: traveling
a botanical moment
Written in October 2018 Botanical garden of Lyon. There is something special about the stillness in a garden located in the middle of the city. The trees painted yellow by autumn, being reflected in the milky turquoise water of the lake. I can sense, more than hear, the bustle of the streets behind the treesContinue reading “a botanical moment”
Jardin botanique de la Charme in Clermont-Ferrand
Written in October 2018 Situated on the same street as the Michelin head office in an otherwise sleepy residential area of brutalist apartment complexes in suburban Clermont-Ferrand, the tiny Jardin botanique de la Charme is easy to miss. It is small, and at a first glance it looks neglected and forgotten, full of empty flowerbedsContinue reading “Jardin botanique de la Charme in Clermont-Ferrand”
The Botanical Garden of the Bathing Friends in Visby
A text written in early September 2018 Perched between the low medieval buildings of old Visby and the steel-grey Baltic lies a tiny botanic garden. For being so small, though, it manages to accommodate a great number of different plants. Cared for by the association DBW (De Badande Wännerna = the bathing friends), it hasContinue reading “The Botanical Garden of the Bathing Friends in Visby”
Oaxaca epilogue: Journeying through the mountains
The conference ended with an extravagant party, with food and mezcal and performances. And it was like everyone was floating on the wave of a successful, inspiring conference – and now, the wave broke. An extreme discharge of energy. Everyone dancing, from master students to world-renowned professors. And I will forever remember this: Dancing salsaContinue reading “Oaxaca epilogue: Journeying through the mountains”
the care in cooking
Oaxaca is famous for its cuisine. Therefore, I excitedly accepted the offer to join a cooking class together with a couple of my colleagues one day before the conference started. The classes are run by a woman whose in-laws run a bed and breakfast where my colleagues were staying, and are held in the outdoorContinue reading “the care in cooking”
the ethnobotanic garden of Oaxaca
I was so excited about the ethnobotanical garden in Oaxaca. It is one of the top sites in the city and it’s an ETHNObotanic garden. Ethnobotany has become one of my academic side interests ever since my visit to Burkina Faso, so I was seriously pumped about this place. And then I arrived, and realisedContinue reading “the ethnobotanic garden of Oaxaca”
cold chocolate and the inspiration of the vagabond
I found a favorite café in Oaxaca. A chocolate place, only big enough to fit three small tables and the counter, squeezed into the one storey building opposite the Santo Domingo church and walls of the ethnobotanical garden. The floors had earth-red tiles and the cold cardamom chocolate that they served was divine. I don’tContinue reading “cold chocolate and the inspiration of the vagabond”
the city of Oaxaca
After the celebrations of death had ebbed out, Oaxaca returned to what I think is its normal pace: A couple of bustling streets and busy markets, and otherwise, calm, leisurely, with few people seeming in a rush to get anywhere. And I liked it so much better. After a couple of nights proper sleep, andContinue reading “the city of Oaxaca”
unravelling in deathly celebrations, part 2: Día de los Muertos
Yes. Remember. I landed in Oaxaca completely shaken up by delays and jet-lags and what-if-scares. On top of a general exhaustion from being a PhD student. It wasn’t the best of circumstances. Especially to enter straight into the Día de los Muertos celebrations in Oaxaca. There are individuals on the internet who claim that OaxacaContinue reading “unravelling in deathly celebrations, part 2: Día de los Muertos”
Katja Malmborg 