Jenny Sky Is The Limit

Foix, in the south of France, welcomed me like a quiet sigh of history and calm. I travelled there in October 2025, in the heart of autumn, journeying from London to Toulouse and then taking a direct train into the Pyrenees. The moment you arrive, you feel it: Foix is held gently by the mountains, as if protected by time itself.

Walking through its streets felt like stepping into a living story.

Every stone, every window seemed to whisper fragments of centuries past. Above it all rises the Château de Foix, bold and watchful, with its striking ochre towers cutting into the sky.

I wandered up to the castle and explored its two towers, climbing higher into its medieval heart. Built between the 10th and 15th centuries, it was once home to the powerful Counts of Foix and later became a key stronghold during the Cathar period.

A small but fascinating detail, despite its age, the castle was never truly conquered in battle; its position made it almost untouchable. Standing there, looking out over the town and the surrounding mountains, it was easy to imagine life in another time, watchful, resilient, deeply connected to the land.

But Foix was not only history, but it was also alive with music, roots and connection.…

Experiencing the performance of @tonadabullerengue and @febemerabcantadora was one of the most powerful moments of the trip. They were touring across Europe, and I was lucky enough to catch one of their final concerts here in France.

Their presence in Foix felt like a bridge between continents, the ancestral rhythms of Bullerengue travelling from the Caribbean to a small town in southern France. The music did not just play, it moved through bodies, voices and space. I could feel the energy, the warmth, the collective heartbeat of everyone present.

Febe’s voice carried both strength and tenderness, while Tonada Bullerengue brought that deep, rooted rhythm that connects you instantly to something older than yourself. It was more than a concert, it was a gathering, a celebration of identity, memory and joy.

This beautiful encounter was made possible by the Locombia Festival @locombiafestival. The festival is a vibrant cultural exchange, bringing Colombian music, art and traditions into dialogue with Europe. In Foix, it created a space where cultures met naturally, not as spectators, but as participants in something shared and meaningful.

Beyond the music, it was the people who made everything even more special. Meeting the beautiful souls of @cayeye31, now friends, reminded me how travel opens doors to genuine connection. Encounters like these stay with you long after the journey ends.

Each walk-through Foix, under the crisp autumn light, felt like a small miracle. Golden leaves, cool air, the scent of the season shifting, everything slowed down just enough to be fully felt.

And then, that quiet moment from the aeroplane window on the way back. Travelling solo sometimes becomes a necessity, a way to see clearly, to feel deeply, to understand both the immensity and the fragility of life.

Foix, with its dramatic mountain setting at the foothills of the Pyrenees, is not just beautiful; it is grounding. A place where history, nature and culture coexist in a way that feels honest and human.

Once the capital of the historic County of Foix, this small town still carries its legacy with quiet pride. It does not overwhelm you; it invites you in.

As a Bullerenguera, as a traveller, as a small drop in this vast humanity, I left feeling hopeful. Hopeful for a world where music, art and culture continue to cross borders, where connection grows stronger than division.

Thank you, Foix, for every moment, every breath, every memory. For reminding me that life, though brief, can be filled with wonder, learning and deep, meaningful beauty.

Forever Grateful.

Lots of Love

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Jenny