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.
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.
I often have a feeling that afternoons are meant to be lazy; and if it is late summer and it happens to be a Sunday and you are taking a stroll by the lake side in a small French town, a cup of coffee in one of those romantic small cafes is just too perfect.
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.
Business magnets, actors, artists, doctors, engineers, scientists, common men, poor men, etc all receive a gift of peace and silence from death! No partiality at all though our society has always been partial to privileged ones during life and after death. Perhaps we all have seen a king’s palace in any tourist destination and rarely that of a farmer’s house or a carpenter’s house. The lives of late eminent and rich personalities and also their tombs have always been a center of attraction. Only death is impartial not the society. No, I don’t have any intention to write about such contradictions that exist in our society. Instead, I intend to take you all to the tomb of Napoleon Bonaparte – a winner of many battles, in the French capital of Paris!
She has that kind of beauty which may give peace to our eyes, but not to our mind, I thought, while seeing Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, the most famous painting in the world in the Louvre museum in Paris. Her pair of eyes is so deep, intelligent and compelling that it spreads a maddening spell on a viewer.
Today I would like to start my blog post with an incident. It was the first day in my University (few years back). All the masters student were attending a lecture by our Head of the Department. At the end of his speech, he devised an innovative way for the students to know each other.
Welcome to the small romantic French town of Evian on the shores of Lake Geneva. Away from the hustle and bustle of a city, crowd and daily routine, the juxtaposition of a small town alongside the blue lake and the beautiful snow covered white alps is truly an oasis for lovers.