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Nice, France
Sunday, April 22, 2018
  Through the large glass paneled windows blurred by the cold mist of the Andalusian winter, the clip-clop of well-shod hooves from the carriage horses striking the solid cobblestones streams in muffled and mellow. Dialogue swells across the dusty tavern...
  Either he picked up the wrong colors or has probably run out of paint; Paul Cézanne, the most rebellious of the 19th-century French artists, painted his work of art “Le Lac d’Annecy” – unromantically.     It was July 1896 at Talloires...
  Why do I find it hard not to be charmed or even excited by the sound of  shattering ice when some liquid is poured on to it, or when the sizzle of meat hits a searing grill, the ping...
  Yes you’ve been to Kuala Lumpur!   You’ve been wowed by the iconic Petronas Twin Towers, dazzled by beguiling ancient temples and mosques that lie in the shadows of space-age skyscrapers.   Possibly you’ve taken a sip of the infamous teh tarik or...
  The road was treacherous.  It was mid-Feburary. The blustery weather showed no signs of mercy. Driving along the northeastern coast of Spain from France, I felt like I was living some kind of nocturnal Spanish dream. Our six-hour road trip deposited...
August is coming to a close in Lucca, a masterfully preserved medieval Italian city situated some 50 kilometers to the west of Florence and a short 15 minute drive from Pisa’s Galileo Galilei International Airport. The sweltering Tuscan heat...
  The crowd, like migratory birds during winter, had flocked to the open space, spreading sheets of blanket over the sun-beaten grass of the Esplanade while waiting for the sun to set. Yet, it’s not winter in Penang, it was...
  My first glimpse of La Sagrada Familia, a fanciful looking cathedral and the most imposing landmark in the city of Barcelona, is of curious tourists gazing toward the sheer verticality of the somewhat melted cake like structure.   “If you only...
Between the sea of crushed sapphires and under the piercing azure sky, Pierre Gruneberg, puts on his iconic conical straw hat and stretches out one of his hands in the air, as if running his palm on an invisible...
  Against the closing of spring and just as summer is about to hit, our car zoomed along the curvy asphalt, passing several “Ausfahrt” signs with France miles away. Had we not confused ourselves with the German “Ausfahrt” from the...

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