The purpose of a museum or an exhibition is not about conveying information (which is a commodity in this information age) but invoking emotion from within, make a basis for reflection and let the visitor grasp the real significance of the situation. The whole idea is to present an experience. I had one such memorable experience when I entered the permanent exhibition – Defending Human Dignity by Gringo Cardia, a Brazilian graphic designer and an artist inside the International Red Cross and Red Crescent Museum in Geneva, Switzerland.
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The Louvre is the world’s largest museum. It is located in the city of love, Paris, which is of course the capital of France! It has 35,000 objects on display over an area of 72,735 square meters. On a chilly morning in March, when I entered the Louvre, the world’s second most visited museum, I realized that this is a kind of place where one can immerse oneself in great contemplation while looking at the works of artists who have risen to great heights.
Keukenhof is the world’s largest flower garden. Located in Lisse, Netherlands, it means “kitchen garden” in Dutch and is also known as the garden of Europe. This 32 hectare garden with more than 7 million tulips, daffodils and hyacinths offers a rainbow that can be touched. Here I present a photo essay of the world’s most beautiful spring garden.
Whenever the calendar marks the start of December in a year, my mind and heart automatically switch to a festive mood. Twinkling lights all around, big Christmas trees and discounts in shopping malls signals that Christmas is on its way. It is not only on 25th, but every day in the month of December becomes a celebration in small and varied ways. I celebrate in December mostly by seeing a new place every year. Once I went to Goa in India, once to the leaning tower of Pisa in Italy, once to a Christmas village in Switzerland and another year I explored the Christmas market in Strasbourg in France, which is one of the oldest and biggest Christmas markets in Europe. Today I will share with you all my experience of visiting the Christmas market (or as the French say “Marche de Noel”) in Strasbourg.
Over the horizon the floating white clouds were meeting yet shying away without touching. A relentless march of colors everywhere. Sweet fragrance filling the air. Sun shining warm and wind blowing cold. Yes, spring has sprung, I murmured that day. Indeed, spring is a carnival of nature, I felt. I wanted to make that day special, so fixed up a rendezvous with our beloved little tramp, Charlie Chaplin in Vevey, Switzerland.
Moments were floating like a cloud in the mind, and when they bumped into the right cord, drizzling started, followed by a heavy shower. Slowly, silently and undeviatingly, I got soaked in the drizzle; a drizzle of glimpses of that afternoon and evening; our laughter; our words. And then I was completely drenched; drenched in the shower of memories.