Last week, we landed in Montreal for the first stop of our Summer 2026 pop-up tour.
Officially, we were there to host a FAYE pop-up, share pieces from the latest collection and spend a few days with our community. It also gave me the perfect excuse to finally visit a city that had been on my list for years.
What made this trip especially meaningful was that it was my very first time in Montreal.
Over the years, Tulum has brought many incredible people from Montreal into my life. After hearing countless stories about their city, this trip was finally my chance to experience it for myself and spend time with friends who had first discovered me and FAYE in our little corner of the Caribbean.
There is something so special about arriving somewhere for the first time. Everything feels new. Every street, every building, every restaurant becomes part of a small discovery.
I love feeling like a tourist.
Arsène hates it, but I do.
I love getting out of my routine and seeing beauty everywhere again. Wandering without a plan, noticing details, finding unexpected places and allowing myself to be surprised by a city I've never seen before.
What a feeling.
Montreal gave me exactly that.
The pop-up itself was everything we could have hoped for. Friends stopped by, new faces discovered the brand, conversations turned into stories and pieces found new homes.
One of my favorite parts of traveling with FAYE is seeing how every city brings a different energy.
The collection stays the same, but the stories around it change.
This one felt especially memorable.
But as much as this trip was about the pop-up, it was also about something else.
Vacation.
Not necessarily the kind where you completely disconnect from work or disappear for weeks at a time. Instead, the kind of vacation that creates space. Space for friendship, spontaneity, long dinners that turn into late nights and mornings that begin a little slower than usual.
It reminded me that healing rarely happens all at once. Sometimes it arrives quietly.
In a conversation with a friend.
In a long walk through a city you've never seen before.
In a dinner that lasts longer than expected.
In the feeling of being present enough to notice the little things again.
And although a trip can't change what happened, it can change the way you carry it.
For a few days, Montreal gave me space.
Space to breathe.
Space to feel inspired again.
Space to remember that joy and gratitude can still exist alongside everything else.
Maybe that's why vacations feel so healing.
Not because they make us forget.
Because they help us move forward.
Montreal now holds a very special place in my heart.
Maybe because it was my first visit.
Maybe because of the people.
Maybe because of the memories we made there.
Or maybe because it reminded me how good it feels to step outside of your routine and see the world with fresh eyes again.
Vacation heals.
Thank you, thank you Montreal.
My heart is full.
See you in the next city
- Faye
