Cities Archive

I was in Venice a couple of weeks ago, and came back with lots of photographs! While wandering around the streets, I saw a familiar face, a face I remember from my previous visit almost three years ago. He was waiting there with a bit more darkened face, but still looking very good.

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Oh! you understand

that if I consent

to live — to seem

to forget you —

it is to

feed my pain

— and so that this apparent

forgetfulness

can spring forth more

horribly in tears, at

some random

moment, in

the middle of this

life, when you

appear to me.

from A Tomb For Anatole, Stéphane Mallarmé

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Will you take me somewhere far away?

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Transport in Lucca, Italy

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“Let’s go.”

“We can’t.”

“Why not ?”

“We’re waiting for Godot.”

Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

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My favourite London

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One of my favourite spots in London, the ruins of St Dunstan in the East, used to be a church, built in the 12th. century and  was bombed during the Second World War. The atmospheric ruins and gardens of St Dunstan are so full of peace and silence, I can’t help visiting this place whenever I am in London. Although being just at the heart of the busy City of London, in between the London Bridge and the Tower of London, the tranquility and the quietness of this place fascinates me. The moss on the walls, freely growing ivies, old tombstones, lacy windows, the decayed, the worn-out…

Hidden between the office blocks, St Dunstan is the perfect secret garden that won’t reveal itself unless you look for it. And this is the reason of my love for it.

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The remains of the minaret of the historic Pocitelj Mosque

Pocitelj, Bosnia and Herzegovina

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Orange

 Not quite close to yellow, definitely not red; warm enough but serene at the same time. Orange is hope, in a strange way reminding me of Van Gogh. But of course his orange was also a lot of other things.

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Photographs are from Verona. This city has the perfect tones of orange all around.

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