He does a lot of sports, looks tough and rational, but secretly cries over anime plot twists and belts pop girlie anthems in the shower.

French (obviously), which means food isn’t just a passion : it’s a second identity. He claims he learned to whisk before he could walk and dreams of opening a pastry-coffee shop in Paris.

Introverted but strong enough to carry both your suitcase and your emotional baggage. Organised to the core, he’s the planner of the duo, the one who’ll give our readers actual useful information.

Mediterranean roots, Parisian by soul, and the reason our photos look like Vogue covers. He’s the creative whirlwind behind the blog, with a love for cinema, painting and conversations that start with travel and end somewhere philosophical.

Forever late for check-out but always camera-ready (our little star). He’s spiritual, obsessed with the sea, and the kind of person who’ll forget his passport but remember the exact shade of blue in a Wes Anderson film.

He’s extra, he’s brilliant, he’s kind ; and yes, tragically, still beautifully complicated.