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Paris

There are some cities or places we feel at home. We are drawn to the place, an affinity because we have emotional attachment of having grown up there or have some nostalgic links to the place. Paris happens to be one place where I feel at home, I can wander around the streets of the city aimlessly for hours. I have no prior nostalgic links to the city nor have I had any special interest in the city while growing up. Yet since my first visit to Paris, ten years ago, I have an ongoing love affair with the city. I am a why/because kind of person, everything must or should have a reasoning. Randomness is a concept which my brain refuses to accept. Normally when we want to go away and are looking at options for places to travel, I often insist on travelling somewhere new, where we have not been. I believe I need to challenge my senses and mind, by travelling to new places. Your eyes see different sights, you breathe the same air yet you can smell different aromas and fragrance, you taste different food, I find it refreshing and awakening. My mind has a tendency to switch to an autopilot mode in familiar area, because it is so familiar to its surroundings and senses. I find travel a perfect way to awaken my senses which otherwise  seem to go in to a slumber. I find Paris an exception to this. I love visiting the city, I have visited the city several times, yet very time the city keeps me engaged and enthralled. I am in love with the city of love, I do think the city , loves me back with equal propensity.
If you are familiar with the movie ‘ Midnight in Paris’ where the protagonist Gail Pender loves to walk around Paris in rains and thinks the rain makes the city look magical. I am very much like Gail, always look to past looking for answers, love Paris, yet I differ in his views of Paris. I find Paris magical in any season, in rains, in blustery winters, in blistering heat with sun beating down my neck and in autumn. I say magical because it always manages put a smile on my face, make my heart feel feather light, making even the mundane daily monotony look rapturous. People say Paris is not very friendly in fact is considered very rude. Perhaps there is some truth in it, may be it is a relative truth. Paris is beautiful yet derelict, passionate yet indifferent, amorous yet sometimes hateful. Paris is much like life, an oxymoron, full of conflicting emotions, a paradox. It is a good place to do a bit people watch, best place to visit museums and art works, with best touristy spots, a paradise for food lovers and fashionistas equally. As for me Paris is an emotion, and that emotion is Love.

As I said I love walking around aimlessly in Paris, looking at paintings in Louvre and Muse D’orsay, sitting by a Café on Monmarte sipping a coffee, walking up to Sacre Coure and sitting on the steps and listen to a busker play harp.( I have visited five times and everytime, he is there, playing harp), walking in the night by the River Sienne and watch the Eifferl Tower Shimmer, having a Berthillon Ice cream in freezing cold, looking at the odd objects in the Flea markets of Cligancourt, browsing the books in Shakespeare and co. And I enjoy doing a Patisserie crawl or what I prefer calling as Patisserie Trail.

I used the below and went around for a patisserie trail. Rue de Bonaparte also has very interesting shops , in case you want a little break from all the cakes and macaroons. 
http://foodloversodyssey.com/2011/08/food-lovers-walk-in-paris-rue-de-seine-and-bonaparte/
In the beginning of this year, I read a travelogue on Paris by a fellow blogger, and the photos and words made be long to revisit the city. I messaged my husband saying it has been two years since we went to Paris, and what better place to visit in February than Paris. And again in March I felt I need to visit the Giverny and see Monet s Garden ‘ We have never been to Giverny’ My husband seems to think I always find reason to visit Paris, but I what I find amusing is his response , when I say ‘ Do you not want to go to Paris?’ ‘Na , it been a while since we went to ‘Ol Pari’

PS: I am attaching the photos and not writing about them. A picture is worth a. thousand words, a visual expression!!

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Fours days in Germany-December 2016

Its been 20 odd days in to 2017, I am still writing about Christmas. Having been down with flu for a few weeks since Christmas, I have not had much chance to think and gather my thoughts around our Christmas market trip to Germany in December. Today I had the desire and also the opportunity to sit and curl up on the sofa and write after many days.

Here is the link to it.

Four days in Germany

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Home is where your heart belongs !!!

Sitting here in the Delhi, in quiet contemplation, cannot stop thinking of London. Back home, the Christmas lights would have been strung up, the warm coats and jumpers would be out, it is the time for hot chocolates with marsh mellows and Mulled Wine, there will be a mad rush to buy gifts. I love everything about Christmas, the fairy lights, the fairs and markets, the cold and of course Father Christmas. I would like to believe in good behaviour being rewarded.

When I left London, a few weeks ago it was  Autumn. There is some thing magical about the  Autumnal glow of the Sun,it is warm and sweet as Honey, and the sun beams streaming in to the house cast beautiful shadows, creating beautiful play of light and shadows, often leaves me wondering what if I  were to dip my palm in to the ray and scoop a little out  and eat it. Ah the sweetness of the Autumnal Sun!  The leaves turning beautiful shades of pink ,orange and yellow , shedding their vibrant leaves, teaching us in a way sometimes letting go is beautiful.  It is a sight to behold watching rainfall of leaves descending from the tree, shaken by a not so gentle breeze and scattering the roads and roadside with colour. I have often wondered which is more beautiful to watch , falling autumn leaves swaying and swaggering towards the ground, having been freed from tree or watching a snowflakes falling from the sky. I have not yet made up my mind.

My roots are in India,my extended family is here,I have wonderful friends here,yummy food, I have had most amazing time since I have come here,  yet  sitting here I cannot stop thinking about  London,  my walks in woods, my cycling training , my friends in London and my home. Absence makes the heart go fonder. Perhaps all the wandering and travelling has made me realise where  I belong. Strange feeling it now ,with all deglobalisation happening around the world. Also on a personal level I question myself with mixed emotions of sense of belonging . Where do I belong ? As a human race where do we belong ?  Last week a dear friend said  ‘ Humans began as wanderers, Nomads.It is in our nature to wander around and travel, we have forgotten it and we keep on trying to fit in and belong .’ Until she mentioned it I had never given it a thought, perhaps I truly do not belong anywhere, I am just a wanderer. For now I live in London and call it my home.

Thinking about home, belonging and wandering  I started writing my travelogue about our Trip to Vienna. Click on this link to read my Viennese Wanderings.

Vienna- The city of Music

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An island Trip

The last couple of months of my break plans are on a bumpy road. I have had to defer the 90 mile walk, I  have successfully lost all the photographs from my Temple Trip to Tamil Nadu; a technical glitch on my laptop/icloud back up ended in  wiping out photos from March to May. Such are the maladies of a world dominated by technology. Let me try the law of attraction  and skip the negatives and think of  positives; had a friend got me addicted to listen to songs from Coke Studio, have started my swimming lessons and  learning to ride a bike. These are not great feat or achievements in themselves, considering the Paralympics  held in Rio. But listening to a Persian song on Coke Studio, of which I do not understand a word, I am transported to a  world of love and beauty. Such is the power of Music, a beautiful language, which transcends borders, cultures and barriers and in a minute transports  you to a world of calm and love and if I add to it, the fact  that  a friend sitting  miles and miles away, in another country, thinks about me while listening to a song and pings  me the link, ” listen to it, you will love it “.  Listen to it , I did and since  have  become a fan follower of Coke Studio on Youtube. I like swimming and  there is something fun about swimming. A famous swimmer once said ” Swimming is all about having fun, and I am a firm believer, that you keep swimming as long as you are having fun, but I can say it becomes much more fun as you get older and learn more about the sport, life and especially more yourself.” And as goes about cycling, I have  rarely cycled as a child and have a terrible fear of traffic. In an attempt to overcome  the fear, I am learning to cycle. In spite of the fear, I enjoy cycling, cycling in the woods, surrounded by tall trees , forming a canopy over you, warm sun rays streaming through the leaves, squirrels and rabbits rushing across the trail, rustling of the dry leaves gently rolling on the path, and the smell of grass, mixed with mud and rain,  is  very calming and is almost akin to meditation. And I then went on a small getaway to a small island, which was very rejuvenating.

Here is an account of my trip.

/And the Journey continues … Jersey

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On a train to Edinburgh

Train journeys mean happiness to me. I have very fond memories of travelling by train as a child, in India, to visit my grandparents. I used to be excited days ahead of the travel, I suppose it  was a combination of no school, no homework, endless days of fun with cousins, and the journey it self.  So I decided I want to travel by train to Edinburgh on our small getaway to Scottish Isles. Here is an account of my train journey

On a train to Edinburgh

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Temple Towns of Tamil Nadu-Kumbakonam

Today I thought I will write about Kumbakonam. By the time I was nearing Kumbakonam and the counts of temples visited was going up, the heat and the temperature was rising . Braving the rising temperatures, scorching Sun and  driving around the tar roads, I saw beautiful sights  and experiencing the surrounding of Indian countryside, roads lined with trees, surroundings with coconut groves, banana groves, rivers, saw  a beautiful moonrise in the Paddy fields, glowworms referred in Tamil as Minmini Putchi  floating over the farm. These are sites which I had long forgotten. The moon rise reminded me of a tradition in Southern India called Nila Sappaddu, means Moon Meals, referring to a tradition of  eating food under open skies in the night with the Moonlit sky and stars. I have done that so many times with my cousins at my grandparents home on the terrace or in the garden, where one of the aunts and uncles will tell a story and all the little ones will have food under the Moonlit sky.

The first trip that I took on my break from work was in March and we are nearing end of May and I am now hard pressed on time for finishing my account of my soul searching trip to Southern India.

Now, I am looking forward to our little trip to Inner Hebrides in end of May. Please click the below link for full details of trip to Kumbakonam

Temple towns of Tamil Nadu-Kumbakonam

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On a break

I had been contemplating for a while about whether I need a break from my work. I have had series of long chats with my near and dear ones, on pros and cons of a break. I had reached a point where I was not sure whether what I was doing was what I want to do. When I started to work after my university I was passionate about my work and loved it and I was sure about it. I have made such wonderful friends through work, I have learnt a great deal, have earned my living and evolved professionally in to what I am today. I want to discover who I am without my work. Does my work define me or I am to define my work? I decided until I disengage myself from my work, I will not be able to find the answer. I have taken the plunge and am going to live the next one year of my life as it comes and do things at a leisure and do a little bit of soul searching. I will try and learn something new. On a break

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Lively Liverpool

Visted Liverpool over the Easter break. Liverpool is so synonymous with Beatles. It has much more to its credit than Beatles Mania. It is the European Capital city of culture and is a UNESCO World heritage site. I loved walking around the city, it has beautiful architecture, muesuems, independent shops and the famous Liverpool One mall. Personally I loved the Bold Street full of independent Shops and stores, my favourite being the bookshop News from Nowhere, which is celebrating its 41st birthday.

  

Albert Docks is equally charming and is lovely to walk around. It reminded me a little of West India Quays,in East London. It was beautiful crisp morning to be walking along River Merseyside, gazing around and just soaking in the atmosphere

  

  

  

  

  

The central Library which has been recently refurbished,is a must see for all book lovers.  I was mesmerised by the beautiful architecture and sheer abundance and proximity of books. Beautifully bound, catalogued and scientifically arranged books, ready to be borrowed and bury your nose in to lovely yellowing pages, leaving the hustle and bustle of daily life …. 

      Visiting the  Slavery Muesuem is very interesting and a humbling experience.

  
    
We also visited the Walker Gallery and Maritime Muesuem.

Just outside Liverpool there is an interesting National Trust property. It’s Tudor property and which has been renovated over the years and is now an Victorian property as per the interiors. It’s has a display of  two different architectural time periods in one site. The property is called Speak House. Our guide educated us on how many words that we use today in English originated from Tudor times., like cupboard, board games, side board.

It was a beautiful Sunny day, the house was filled with golden rays and casting beautiful shadows and creating a lovely display of light and shade. I enjoyed  taking photos and capturing the memories and storing  them on to a photo. It is  a tiny speck of time frozen, frozen by camera and stored in a photograph….

  

  

  

  

  

 

  
            
                

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Lands End to John O Groats in a Car

It had been on our minds to do the Lands End to John O Groats for several years. Last year we were able to accomplish our dream of driving across the country from Land s End to John O Groats.  It was a very memorable journey. Here is an account of our trip. Hope you enjoy reading it and are inspired to undertake a cross country road trip.

https://coindesbobby.wordpress.com/travel-bug/

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Beautiful Landscapes- An Ode to Nature

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These are some of my experiments with photography with an I pad. I am not a photographer. These are my attempts to capture some of the lovely moments spent amidst nature. Walking through these beautiful trails is an experience which cannot be expressed in words nor the camera can capture the entire beauty and the profound experience!!!!
First and third photo are of River Severn in Wales
The Middle one is of Buttermere, Lake District