"These colors
give me extraordinary exaltation. I have no thought of fatigue; I shall do
another picture this very night, and I shall bring it off. I have a terrible
lucidity at moments when nature is so beautiful; I am not conscious of myself
any more, and the pictures come to me as in a dream."
Starry Night Over the
Rhone – Vincent Van Gogh
Within the walls of the old town lay paths of cobblestone,
medieval windows through which wafted the aroma of French Onion Soup and sea
bass and fennel and aubergine. We pushed Sophie’s stroller past the gothic
walls of the Palais des Papas and into the gardens where a cooling breeze, a
quacking of ducks and the sweet-sour taste of oranges stayed with us as we
stared transfixed, down at the Rhone - deceptively lazy - and the broken bridge
of Avignon.
We listened to the tales of mistral winds, standing on
the Pont d’Avignon. The winds whipped Pia’s hair into a crazy mane - framing
her sweet, spectacled face as she held the audio-guide close to her ears, her
usual diligence concentrating on every word of myth and history. And I kind of knew
that this is my only visit to this magical place, so I bought a yellow-blue tablecloth
from a shop under the arches of the town, to remind me of Avignon. I could neither
paint like a maestro nor write, but the feelings resonated.
awww, beautiful imagery. i want to buy a tablecloth too.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sudeshna!
DeleteI love it TOP :) & love the painting as well. Am so glad you had a magical time!
ReplyDeleteThanks Z!
DeleteThanks. How to create a Link? B
ReplyDeleteI have posted link on FB. You can share it. Thanks.
DeleteRomantic and hints of magical realism ! LOVE the idea of 'packing a heartache in the suitcase'......and Pia's description is so vivid !
ReplyDeleteYou have a gift - hope you continue to write :-)
Thanks Indrani, means a lot to hear your opinion.
Deletebeautiful writing. crisp and controlled yet full of images waiting, waiting to be comprehended. can i reblog this on my blog? please. :)
ReplyDeleteBanshee barbarian, thanks for the comments. Yes you may reblog
DeleteHow lovely....you make the essence of windy Avignon swim before my eyes!
ReplyDeleteThanks Arundhati!
DeleteBeautifully written as usual. I got transported to Avignon. waiting for your next blog.
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Amrita