India is a country filled with dualities. Sometimes the warmth of the people and places with engulf you with love, while at other times the nasty weather, dirt and filth sting like a bee.
With the arrival of monsoons the greenery of my home city becomes lush and although I have to tread a muddy path everyday, my heart is filled with joy. But unfortunately my joy can be expressed only through pictures from Provence, France. I wish I had such beauty and nature filled places in my city. It is such a tragedy that often to define beauty, Indians have to take the the European way.
Well, I always loved greenery, be it in malls, clubs, suburbs....I am where green is. Cobbled pathways, lined with floral vines are very inviting. Specially for a solitary dreamer like me. You get lost in a world of perfumes, pollen, chirping birds and humming bees. I believe places like these are a resting place for souls, just not the dead ones. But the lost soul inside you. It is where you run away with nature.
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| Provence France, an enchanting view |
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| Provence, France |
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| Mystical Entry, Arles, Provence, France photo via beckee |
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| Garden Path, Provence, France |
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| Cliousclat...a small, non-touristy village in Provence. |
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| Provence, France |
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| Provence, France |
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| Provence, France |
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| Fresh produce, Provence, France |
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| Small flower pots outside a cozy cottage....... just the place to be. |
