Dear friend, it's so nice to meet you.

My name is Marie. I hate that we spend so much time on screens. That's why i've alway been a huge fan of reading and writing, I even wrote a polar and write poems every now and then.

My friends would tell you that I'm quite a cameleon: I love travelling, writing and meeting new people. That's why I needed something that would be all-in-one.

Early October 2025, as I was waiting for my plane, I wondered: "what's the one thing that's everywhere in the world and can gather people?" I saw a souvenir boutique and that was it. The postcards. The former journalist in me was thrilled.

The concept is simple: I'll share you my journey like I'm gonna share it to my friends, but not only digitally. I want you to live a part of my trips and have a memorable souvenir that will last a lifetime. So let's share a piece of our stories together, one postcard at a time.

FYI: Next stops are gonna be UK, South Korea, Japan and Australia.

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Check out some poems I wrote ✍🏻

Ode to life

You bloom, wild flame, in fleeting hours,
You dress in sun, in rain, in flowers.
You bruise, you heal, you break, you mend,
You’re every start that fears no end.

You taste of tears and morning wine,
Of roads that twist, of stars that shine.
You’re chaos, calm, the sweetest strife
My heart’s one prayer: to live you, Life.

Home is you

In every street, in foreign skies,
New faces, tongues, and soft goodbyes
Yet through it all, one truth stays true:
Wherever I go, my home is you.

No map can mark, no key can claim,
The place that answers to my name.
I’ve crossed the world, and what I knew
Was all along, my home was you.

Memento mori

The clock will hush, the stars will fade,
Our names in dust, our echoes made.
So fill your lungs, let oceans roar,
You won’t be here forevermore.

Kiss foreign winds, let moments fly,
No soul outruns a closing sky.
We all must go, so while you stay,
Live wide, live wild, then fade away.

I can't wait to share a piece of my journey with you.

💌 Did you ever receive a postcard in your mailbox?

The Postcard Project reflects my love for having a special attention to someone. What a marvellous feeling that having a full mailbox with someone that thought of you. It's nothing compared to an Instagram notification.

☎️ Get off your phone for a few minutes

Reading a handwritten letter will take you back to the real world, the one in which you're talking to real people. Having notifications 24/7 made us forget how precious real life can be and how fulfilling it is to share a genuine connexion.

❤️ Travel the world with me & be part of the journey

As you may not be able to travel the world, I want to give you the opportunity to have a little bit of the world coming to you. A handwritten postcard or a print that's coming from a cute place and that I'll chose with care, just for you.

Let's get back to the 2000s...

... When we were real with each others and were really happy to share our stories.

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