‘Now all good. No problem’ he said. You’re sure this is going to be OK?’ I said squinting at him suspiciously.
Tag: ART
JAIPUR PALACES. INDIA.
I could imagine myself slumping around on a bejewelled divan groaning at the heat, and dipping my hand in to splash water on my face while inhaling sweet perfume from beautiful flowers I’m sure I had some fabulous palace in an earlier incarnation.
JAIPUR RAJASTHAN INDIA.
There are benches in the shade of the trees there that you can sit at, near the sprinklers that constantly water the well groomed lawns and peruse the mastery of the instruments and ponder the mystery of the heavens.
NEW DELHI MY DOORWAY TO INDIA.
Then there are the scammers who adore mature women travelling alone. They act like some kind of gigolos (Really? Have they even looked in a mirror?)
A year ago today in Peru….
https://www.amazon.co.uk/photos/share/0RIXeCZVq9139zZ6gEV2CXdjkki1ETs7j1xPbr1OHR9 Happy days. And what I look forward to again in the near future. Onwards and upwards fellow travellers!
SPAIN. ADIOS MADRID, HOLA LONDON.
OR THE LAST LOOK AT MUSEUMS: THYSSEN-BORNEMISZA AND CAIXAFORUM MADRID THEN MORE AIRPORT HOTELS TALES
And here it was, my last day in Madrid. In the morning I would finally be going home after three months away. Tomorrow was to be a scary day. Home at last while Covid was just a twinkle in Wuhan’s eye. Home to mountains of mail and possibly some dead plants. Home to the familiar all unfamiliar now. Home to what would be, allsorts of shitstorms. Home to my gilded cage. (ironical to think we literally would be caged with the so called lockdown) Home to terrible dramas and discontent.
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SPAIN. MADRID IN THE SUN
You don’t always have to be purist about any kind of art appreciation just enjoy it for what you see in it.
OLD CULTURE VULTURE. THINGS OF BEAUTY AND WONDER FOR YOU TO SEE.
. This post is a reminder of why we are human and from whence we came. It’s a timely reminder from my main site of the wonder not the ugly face of these vile days.
BRIGHT FLOWERS AND FRUIT IN SOHO LONDON, U.K.
So now my friends I have a bright and bold bathroom floor. I was anxious at the beginning it would be too much, especially with all the crisis hangovers, but I love it.
REBECCA LOST IN THE FORBIDDEN CITY. BEIJING CHINA.
As awful as my train arrival (initiation by fire) had been and my crying into my t-shirt covered filthy pillow the previous night, nothing could have prepared me for the onslaught of rabid Chinese tourists and misery of the Forbidden City. (
