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Siena
Rough waves hitting the Vernazza shore in Cinque Terre.
Exploring the streets, churches, theaters and palaces of Mantova.
Piazza Sordello
Basilica of Sant'Andrea
Palazzo Ducale
Teatro Bibiena
A cloudy day in Cinque Terre.
Les feux d'artifice t'appellent Descends dans la rue Les feux d'artifice t'appellent Descends dans la rue Les feux d'artifice t'appellent Les couleurs dans le ciel Eclatent sur la ville Le feu du ciel qui fut Descend dans la rue Et l'amour n'est plus attendu C'est la joie et l'allégresse Dans tout Paris, on fait la fête Je reste, je reste, je reste, Je regarde, regarde, regarde Jeunes hommes, descendez avec vos maîtresses Jeunes filles, profitez du temps qui reste Je reste, je reste, je reste ici Je regarde par ma grande fenêtre Les feux d'artifice sont finis Çela n'a pas duré longtemps Les feux d'artifice sont finis Çela n'a pas duré longtemps
Rufus Wainwright, Les Feux D'artifice T'appellent
Cliffs of Moher
Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection
Lawrence Durrell
Your carnation revolution was buried In these rock pools and I'm grateful And the sun looks like the afterlife In a battlefield after the rainfall
We walked out on out on to the burren frothy from the wind Full of yesteryear's sorrow, bad dreams within We were children again, we were children again And home hit me like blasted stone of rattle snake unturned Blind, can't you see I am letting go I take with me what you left unburned We walk out on out onto the burren frothy from the wind Full of yesteryear's sorrow, bad dreams within We were children again We were children again We walk out on out onto the burren frothy from the wind Full of yesteryear's sorrow, bad dreams within We were children again We were children again Oh I come here to borrow time Oh I come here to start a fire Oh I come here to borrow time Oh I come here to start a fire
Ben Howard, The Burren
Exploring Galway Bay, Ireland.
A Vintage take on Venice.
Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.
Mark Twain
Views from Piazzale Michelangelo
Travel light, live light, spread the light, be the light.
Yogi Bhajan