Art o’clock. Classic and modern art. Not a visit possible in Paris without many croissants, Eiffel Tower views and at least one museum. What I learned about art and time is not a lot, but here it is – c’est ici – Traveling, reading books, never stop learning, speaking French, making time visiting museums, are all investments in myself – that help me see the bigger picture.
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Nature and sculptures. Playing with textures, framing the elements of nature in a photograph. Feeling at peace and at home near water. Had all these thoughts going through my Stockholm pictures from the Artipelag.
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Briefing from the European capital – a promenade bruxelloise and Belgian days, years later, on memory lane, thinking in French. I could walk for hours in Bruxelles, among paths imprinted in my heart, in a city that felt like home from day one. Beautiful corners in places I’ve been with details I’ve never noticed, and moments I remember.
And a thought – no matter the choice, if we leave or return, we’ll always miss something.
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Voilà. I went last time to Strasbourg in a warm weekend in February that made me think Spring is on its way. I remember walking on a street called Rue de Printemps (Spring) near the European Parliament. There is something romantic walking in any French city street, but especially one with the name of a season.
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One thing I do well is to exaggerate. The previous weekend diary included many galleries, museums, a lot of coffee stops and masks thanks to a duo: 9th edition of Berlin Art Week and Galleries Weekend. This if we don’t count also the 11th Berlin Biennale for contemporary art, and all lighted up together by the Festival of Lights. I like Septembers.
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I feel that I already mix up in my head cities seen in recent months, Strasbourg, Colmar, Baden Baden, Luzern, Zürich, and now Basel and Freiburg, so I must stop a minute to reflect and write some thoughts about each.
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My though exactly while crossing the River Duoro on Dom Luis I bridge in Porto, as well as in Lisbon and Sintra.
Is advised to always look ahead, literally and in life. When you are on this particular bridge, look also down. The view might surprise you. Continue reading “There is something about Portugal”