I passed by this pretty little dutch down several times, but did not get a chance to explore it until a week back, when a few Russian friends who lived there, invited me over, on a sunny sunday for some lunch and talk and long walk along the country side. This is one town, I wouldn’t mind living in, for its just 10 minutes away from the beach.
Being on the ocean beach lets me let my heart wander around to enjoy the various sights: of people gleefully playing and cheerfully singing; of friends and family; of kids building sand castles; of dogs swimming and happily barking while they run around to fetch their play things; lovers lost in embraces of each other; people like me lost to solitude of their own. All mortal senses and feelings drown away in the majestic splashing, crashing and ever thrashing ocean waves, and instantly I am at Peace.
Plus walking barefoot in beach-sand gives one hell of an amazing pedicure. So I went to the beach again.
Paris is an incredibly enchanting city whose air forever smells of romance. Its filled with gorgeous buildings and facades which invoke a sense of nostalgia. Its always crowded with gorgeous women and fashionable people of all ages. There are delights hidden in every nook and corner, in places one would least expect, like the back lanes of Eiffel Tower to alleys near the Seine; Crowded areas around Pont des Arts to empty streets behind Musse d’Orsay.
I have no words to describe the sights. I only have some pictures
Its the world-cup season and the entire country of Netherlands is living and breathing the Football by beginning the season with a revenge of 5-1 against Spain, the team it had lost the 2010 title to. As a result, the city of Amsterdam started getting drowned in a sea of orange everywhere.
Shops and houses, restaurants and streets were all decorated
Scooters and flowers weren’t spared either.
People were supporting by sporting orange everywhere, some in the big open areas setup with massive screens
some others showed either in their own small ways
or by staring at scores in their phones away from the crowd
Its an old railway station built in 1900’s in Paris, which now has been converted into a art and sculpture museum, boasting the largest collection of impressionist masterpieces.
On my first trip to Paris, I missed visiting this museum. So I made it a point to do so on my second trip last weekend. I thoroughly enjoyed some of the impressive life-sized realist paintings. But I was far more intrigued by the building, its history and architecture and also the crowd and surrounding ambience. Here are some photos
The museum was buzzing with people patiently waiting in long queues
I could not comprehend the fact that the interiors were so beautifully designed and built, all for a railway station that saw less than 40 years of service.
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The view of River Seine was dream like
The way the the museum disappears and the residential buildings begin is just beautiful
